J.D. shivered briefly. Was it the chill weather or that powerful, lingering presence? He could hardly tell at the moment. Tightening the sipper of his white flight jacket, he slipped his hands into the pockets in an effort to retain some heat. "Summer went too quick..." he muttered quietly to himself.

Looking around the beachfront as Maz's Stand moved about, J.D. clicked his tongue, muttering, "Just light a flare why don'tcha..." Looking closer at the black print of the newspaper on the pink dragon's skin, he couldn't help but snort, "I dunno what you expect to see with all this rain, but if you don't be careful he's gonna melt, ha!"

Cringing as the droplets hit his skin, he poked a finger out of his jacket pocket, jabbing it towards the former abode of the recently deceased Damien Bourke, J.D. droned, "I say we just give it a look." [i]If there's anything to find...[/i]