Woods: Holly and Rafe
Okay, so, blame recent events for Holly's current predicament.
Well, it wasn't a predicament precisely, but it was definitely a situation he wouldn't have put himself in, say, three months ago. And he hadn't exactly planned it, you know? Even when he'd left the apartment above the gym earlier. He'd kinda just set out to walk, which, okay, yeah, not usually his thing. But he wanted to clear his head or something. It was how he'd ended up here to begin with: Walking to clear his head. But, right, walking. Which is what he was doing right now. He was walking, and the sun was setting, and the light filtering through the thick copse of trees was golden.
And he was thinking, too.
He was thinking about the fact that people around him reacted to whatever was going on in his head. He was thinking about the ringing and the buzzing only he could hear, that kinda drove him nuts sometimes, but that had become such a usual thing that it was background noise to every soundtrack in his life. He was thinking about Tandy and those light knives in the basement, and on his own hypocritical advice about learning to use them. He was thinking about Alex, the son of some fucking pretend godthing, and what that even said about the world he currently inhabited. He was thinking about Gramps coming back from some, what?, bubble universe? He was thinking about Audrey, who'd come out of the woods with no memory. He was thinking about the thing beneath the town. And, as always, he was thinking about Noah, you know? How to best help the guy, and how to best make things safer for both of them.
So, yeah, he was out here. Walking. And Noah got a mental, "don't worry. I'm just going for a walk," in case the guy was out there stressing. And Holly was chill. It wasn't like he was freaking out or anything, you know?
Layers and a backward baseball cap, he walked between thick trees toward something only he could hear, but what he heard? Wasn't actually anything he was looking for. And up ahead? There was a man crouching. Now, Holly? At 6'2+ and 200-something pounds? Was a big guy. So, right, was he aware that this was where Audrey had come from? And that this crouching guy might be the cause? Sure. But he wasn't worried about it, which was maybe weird, but whatever.