Sebastian stood beneath the tree as the rain fell over the land. He took a slow drag from his cigarette as the cold of fall blew through his black t-shirt. He was the picture of contemplation. Of wistfulness. It was like he was looking over the mountains and wishing he was beyond them.

As the crunch of footsteps on dead leaves came, his lidded eyes drifted over. His solemn brooding had been interrupted.

“What?” he asked after a moment of pause, staring right back at them sharply.