Near The Abandoned Shack, Sunday Evening Before Sundown

[chosehumanity]

Thankfully, whatever had been going on had cleared up by the time Mitchell arrived back on the island, late last night. He'd taken a deep breath of fresh air and gone on home to take a day of relative peace and quiet.

But it was the full moon tonight, and so he found himself waiting for George near the abandoned shack, his hands in his pockets. He'd gotten one or two extra locks just to be sure, and his bearing was only slightly wary in that he kept looking around to make sure no one else joined them.

[[ for george! ]]