Breakfast went on without trouble, as did the day.

The occasional glance in his peripheral vision, throughout the day, also produced the usual. Locals, now and then, had warmed up to him since he moved in, if only slightly. Now they failed to be discreet as they whispered about him, but only when they thought he wouldn't notice.

His midday sleep was, thankfully, undisturbed.

At one point he met eyes with the mayor- an older man, well dressed, and looked like he smelled something offensive whenever he saw Allyn. He feigned polite disinterest when Allyn first came to Autumn Island, the stink-face, if he had to speculate, didn't start until he realized Allyn wasn't going anywhere. 

Here and there, in the pale reflection of windows, picture frames, etc., he caught what seemed to be a woman, in a white dress- never clear, he couldn't make out any details. Sometimes it looked like she was trying to speak, but he never heard anything, one time she even reached from behind as if to put a hand on him-

But she was never there when he turned.

The only thing he could ever clearly make out was long, dark hair, with a shock of white that matched the dress.

Another day, come and gone, and Allyn had received the directions. The bus driver looked at him like he was growing a second head, but stopped where he was asked. At that hour, Allyn was the only passenger, on the final run for the day.

A mist had risen in the area, somewhere in the middle of the more heavily wooded parts of The Homestead, visible only in the headlights of the bus, a flashlight/lantern, and the light of the moon. 100 feet from the side of the road, the tree line opened into a foot trail, so deep in the wood one couldn't see the clearing he was looking for...