[ reviving this ancient muse!! ya'll find me at whisperstars, yeah yeah? pls be gentle as i work back at her voice! ]

[ Being trapped in snowstorms certainly doesn't bring the best of memories to mind. Although, perhaps she should be grateful that this time there was no crashed plane. Being without her gun, radio, or even a way to contact her team... that is something to cause for worry.

Helen Magnus pulls her coat tighter as she dredges through the snow. The weather is certainly disorientating with paths that seem to go nowhere. Could it be a dream? Some sort of hallucination state brought on by an abnormal's defense mechanisms? There are so many probable explanations, yet... none seem to quite line up as to what she has seen before.

The new and the unknown has always been exciting.

She stops just in time to see the chasm below. ]

Bloody hell.

[ It is a far drop below. One that gives her vertigo by simply leaning forward to see. The brunette haired woman sighs before turning to look back the way she had come. Perhaps there was another road to try? The hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It's dangerous. Her instincts tell her to run... ]

Hello? [ Maybe it's something that simply has a defense mechanism that naturally causes things to be pushed away. ] Is anyone there?

[ A small bookstore. It's been so long since Helen has visited anything near the northeast of the United States. In fact, it gives her a rather nostalgic feeling. Most might say that would be hard for her not to feel after living as long as she has.

The flashlights are what catches her attention. Still donned in her business suit and heels, Helen opens the door to the shop to look inside.

... No one.

Her eyebrows curl together as she looks behind her, then back inside the shop. Curious. She steps around the branches and leaves on the ground as best as she can. ]

And me without a torch. [ She sighs and starts browsing the bookshelves. ] Dear Stephen King would love to vacation here.

[ Town Hall. One might be able to find a thing or two there.

Hopefully.

Helen steps into the hall. The wood floor creaks under her feet as she takes note of just how ... well, Maine it all looks. It would bring a smile to her face if not for the fact that it seemed entirely deserted.

Her eyes stop at the bulletin board. An arrangement of notes is what catches her attention. Numbers, requests, a list of the dead? ]

It would seem this town isn't quite as empty as I thought. Good.

[ She nods to herself, unaware if anyone else is there with her. ]