I may be going crazy, but at least I'm not going alone.
Sunday, June 3rd ~*~ Afternoon
It was a fine day to be outside. The sun was shining, birds were chirping. Several owls were flying through the air to deliver messages to their owners. One owl seemed a little different then the others. It carried no message or parcel. Rather then flying in a direction for a purpose it circled lazily around the town.
After a while it flew down into a small alley.
A few moments later, Gregory Goyle walked out of the alley, shielding his eyes with his hand against the bright sunlight.