Lina turned to look out the window as she heard a chilling howl. Her puppy, Lucy looked up from the chew toy she was happily destroying and let out a small howl. Lina giggled at the sound. "Oh, settle down, Lucy. You can't run with the big dogs just yet." she laughed, bending down to scratch the little bulldog behind the ears. She looked back out the window. She couldn't see whatever was making the noise, and decided to ignore it. She checked her phone. She still had an hour or so before she had to meet Hook. She put on what had become her go-to outerwear for fall. She buttoned her old military jacket, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and pulled on a ratty pair of vans. She slipped her phone and a pack of cigarettes into the jacket's deep pockets. They seemed roomier now that she didn't have to bother with room keys. She slid open her window and perched on the ledge, hopping off. She fell for a split second before floating upwards to shut the window. She flitted higher up until she reached the roof. She sat down against the shingles and took out a cigarette. She pulled her zippo from its standard location (jeans, front left pocket) and lit the cigarette. Smoke rose and curled into the air. The grey mixed and danced against a backdrop of dusk, a post sundown purple that would never be able to be captured in paint or anything else. It was a small thing, but it was a beautiful one. It exhilarated Lina, made her feel like living. As she finished her cigarette, she decided to go down to the lake for a bit before going to meet Hook. The sky was starting to clear, a rarity in Scotland, and the stars would be visible soon. Stars were another small, beautiful thing. They were clearer here than they had ever been in LA, clearer than those she had seen in movies even, and she found them fascinating. Not facts about them, just the fact that they were there, so many millions of miles away, forming intricate patterns on earth was remarkable. Lina shut her eyes and imagined the field between the woods and the lake. Almost immediately, she heard the light, rhythmic sound of waves lapping at the edge of the lake on one side, and the hushed, discordant sound of the wind blowing through the trees on the other. She lay down, about fifteen feet from the forest's edge. She gazed into the sky. At some point, she fell asleep. That was until she was woken up by a sound. Her head snapped to the right as she looked for whatever had cracked a stick on the forest floor.
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