Pitch exited through the shadow cast along the side of a house thanks to the light emanating form the moon. He had just been through "visiting" a sleeping child and giving them a fresh nightmare. He chuckled to himself as he looked up towards their second story window, remembering how much they squirmed once the nightmare had begun and settled in. He looked around, seeing that there was a small field across from the house. A few tree's were scattered across the dark ground.
He began walking towards the small field, remembering all the other nightmares he had just delivered to other children and thinking of what he might do or where he might go next. He looked towards the sky, glancing at all the few dark clouds that covered the night sky, when he noticed the strange person sitting on a lone branch. "Frost." he mumble to himself before he realized that the figure wasn't Jack Frost at all; the person wasn't even a boy. He took a step closer, trying to figure out who or what this strange person was.