[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Slowly, Harry managed to stumbled his way back to his car, dig his keys out of his pocket and after several jabs around it, stuck the key in the lock so he could actually get inside it. Now dirtying up the interior with his sweat-soaked clothes/hair/everything and in relative safety (as far as he was aware), he had a chance to think about something other than blinding fear. Firstly, he needed a new gun. Preferably something with a bit more punch than a 9mm.

Second, whatever that thing was, it obviously knew where Riley was. Although going back there was the last thing he wanted to do, he was hired to find Riley Walker, and dammit, he was going to find her. Harry pulled out his handy notebook and in all caps scrawled FOREST and circled it several times. He'd then proceed to write down as many things as he could bring himself to remember about the encounter; he needed record as much as he could while the memory was still fresh in his mind, before time could wipe away any important details. 

Black fog, sulfur, telekinesis, telepathy, immortality. Harry stared at the paper and wondered what the hell he'd be able to do with such a thing lurking out in the woods. Well, at least he knew what he was going to do for the rest of the day. With the twist of a wrist, the car moved out of the parking lot and moved to the library. There was much reading up to be done.