[ [ Late fall of 2016, and someone is moving around upstairs. Very cautiously, very uncertainly - frankly terrified of every tiny creak and noise the old house gives off. If Algric manages to ruin everything by dint of his own damned curiosity, he isn't sure what he'll do? Disappear, probably.
(But is that so different from his original plan? No. The thing that's changed is him, he realises. He ... wants to be here. He wants to be happy, with Jon and Tim and Martin.)
As he shuffles around upstairs, he thinks he hears something. A voice? Too quiet to determine an owner, but loud enough that Algric is certain it's someone and not something. He freezes for a moment before calling out: ]
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(But is that so different from his original plan? No. The thing that's changed is him, he realises. He ... wants to be here. He wants to be happy, with Jon and Tim and Martin.)
As he shuffles around upstairs, he thinks he hears something. A voice? Too quiet to determine an owner, but loud enough that Algric is certain it's someone and not something. He freezes for a moment before calling out: ]
H-hello? Is someone there?