Things were off lately, Jim wasn't sure what to make of it - but after the whole monster rising up out of the ocean thing it seemed that things were not ready to just go back to complete normal. But then Jim supposed he wouldn't be in Dunwich if thigs were just plain and normal. This place seemed to thrive on the strange an unusual.
But he was doing his best to make the most of the time he had and the normalcy he was feeling himself. Things might be odd for some others but he was pretty sure he was feeling good. He'd even gone for a ride, taking his motorbike out for a spin that afternoon, the wind cold on his cheeks and the feeling of the road speeding by beneath him was as close as he was going to get to flying here.
It was a poor comparison but as good as he was going to get here.
And he was still in high spirits when he made it back to Pickman after the sun had set, pulling into the lot and swinging a leg over the bike. While things were a little weird it was quiet, and Jim was willing to accept that as a consolation prize. He was making his way up the steps when he saw a familiar face there, "See any familiar constellations?" He asked, there was something a little akin to homesickness that stirred within him every time he looked up at the stars.