Gibble-Gabble
The God of Forests stood nearly dead center of the neighborhood where the sighting had occurred. Jimmy had gone inside the home, and Thor had just arrived outside. After a few minutes bow-drawn eyeballing the scene, Troy rested his weapon, retrieved his arrow, and searched with his mind, instead. The area around him came alive to his mind's eye - all manner of flora working as a network to tell the story of the recent history played out nearby. At first, he'd felt what would be considered a trail, but then everything began to stop making sense. It was all gibberish. Nonsense.
Oh. Zap...
He fell on the cobblestone and his bow clattered next to his head, arrows spraying out across the ground from the quiver on his back.