My favorite time of year has come and gone again.

I never thought I would see another Halloween so of course I could not let it slip past without celebrating. 

Locating the appropriate keys, we took one of the cars that Osprey’s little flock had left behind and drove until we reached the nearest town. It was late enough in the evening that the local children had finished making their annual rounds and were likely enjoying the sugary spoils of their trick or treating at home. The thought made me smile as we drove past the decorated homes with their glowing jack-o-lanterns. Eventually we pulled over at a little bar that seemed to be taking part in the holiday, despite its unfortunate mid-week timing. Venturing inside, we were greeted by the sight of costumed patrons and the sound of someone’s karaoke rendition of “People are Strange”. Ordering some drinks, we settled at an empty table; receiving compliments on our “costumes” as we did so.  

It was a small celebration, but it was enough. My eyes went from the cheap decorations (spider webs, plastic spiders and “Happy Halloween” banners) to the costumes people were wearing, and I felt happy. As I have said before, it was not my choice or wish to return, but sitting there with Fell and Hart, celebrating this holiday… well… I was glad to be there. I reached out and pulled them both into a hug as silly, sentimental, joyful tears welled in my eyes. After a moment of surprise, they returned the embrace. If anyone took notice, they probably thought we were drunk.

Eventually we made our way back and spent the rest of the night watching classic Halloween specials. I couldn’t ask for more.

Other than that night of celebration, we have not been idle. Fell and Hart have been working hard to adjust to and compensate for the injuries Osprey dealt them. Their efforts show in their dramatic improvement. As for me, I have been continuing to test myself; to learn more about my abilities and limitations. Been noting the abilities of certain others, as well. That last post was quite informative, Calavera.

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There is one other thing…

A curious thing in the room of my rebirth. I can feel it, like a draft under a door…  Like a crack in a wall… A half-closed wound. Wonder what would happen if I were to pry it open 

Hmm...