Re: The Park
Buster's pace slowed and his face morphed into one of shock and confusion as the sound of chanting came over him and passed by, and his head followed the sound away. When Cara spoke up, he turned his head to her, still stuck with his mouth slightly open and a single eyebrow raised, and nodded. Shaking his face out of it when she asked about his bike, he put his hand up to his head, as if trying to suppress a small migraine.
"I heard it too, I don't know what it was, but I know what you're talking about" Freezing for a second, something flashed back into his memory and he spoke softly. "I didn't get to tell you before, I must have dozed before I could, but the howl... I heard that too. I don't know what's going on but we.. I don't know." Trailing off at the last bit, he gave one final hard wipe of his palm across his forehead and brought his attention back up to her. "No I didn't find my bike, but honestly, I'm thinking of just saying 'fuck it' and getting out of here.. that is, if you didn't mind giving me a ride." Buster has little difficulty changing his mood from almost depressive desperation to his foolish happy-go-lucky self, flashing his usual smile.