Ferd was looking out into the grey clouds when Val opened up the home and walked inside, allowing him to only observe this from the corner of his eye. Well. Crap. So much for not upsetting the cops. Oh well. Ferd took another drag from his smoke and let out a large cloud of grey that was quickly swallowed up by the fog around him. He turned to join his new found friend who's name he had yet to discover only to stop dead in his tracks.

"Shit. Damn. No. No, not already. Shit, it's only been a week." He pushed past his nameless companion into the front room of what was supposed to be Jeremy's home. No, no, no, no! He'd stood in this very room before! How!? How was he already to late? Ferd stood silently in the middle of the once vibrant living room, rigid, gasping for air, and his cigarette hanging from his slightly parted lips. He stood for what felt like a long time, eyes wild, his heart racing and despair creeping around the corners of his mind.

Slowly the adrenaline subsided, his heart slowed and Ferd's body relaxed. In a mere moment he was back to himself. Sad eyes, bad posture, and the smallest hint of a whimsical smile tugging at just the corners of his mouth. He turned his torso to look at the man still standing in the doorway.

"I meant to warn you. This case, or caper? Well you were right when you said it felt like it was right out of a novel." Turning back into the room Ferd crouched down where he stood in the middle of the room and began rummaging through the debris, looking for clues. "If you stick around you'll see some strange things, like this." Ferd gestured at the spread of the living room with his left hand, not turning from his search. "Things that wont make any sense, until you finally figure out an explanation." Ferd paused. turning his head he made eye contact with the man. Ferd's face looked as though his spirit was too old for the body it inhabited. Tired was putting it lightly. Ferd looked like a man who knew he would never win, but who was to strong and stubborn to give up. With this face devoid of mirth, and deadly serious he said, "These explanations wont make any sense, not at first at least. They'll be the sort of thing most people would right off as crazy." Unblinking, he lowered his voice slightly and finished, "They'll be the sort of thing you can't deny that you believe, because you've seen it with your own eyes. It'll be then that you ask yourself, 'Am I insane for seeing these things, or would the true insanity be to try and deny and suppress any memory of them?'"

With that Ferd turned, stood, and placing his hands in his pockets walked towards what he thought he remembered being the kitchen, smoke trailing behind him.

"Oh I almost forgot," He said. His back was to the man at this point, and without turning he waved over his shoulder at him. "The names Ferd. Ferd Smith. Good to meet you." With that he turned the corner into the kitchen. He shook his head. More of the same. Still. He knew the signs would be there. He just had to look. He stood motionless for a time, looking for scraps of wood shaped in odd ways, or setting in what might be strange patterns. They would be there, or else something else would. They always were.