He continued to push himself down the path. The person he agreed to meet at this time was nowhere to be seen, which admittedly made Jim a little more than nervous. Punctuality was one of his trademarks, at least with a deal such as this, and tardiness was especially unusual. The stroll down the dark path turned into a struggle to continue on, as the further he trailed, the emptier the roads seemed.
Hearing rustling in the distance, he proceeded down the road, although more cautious than before. Even with the rustling of the leaves, this did not seem pleasant. Upon stepping into the next cluster of trees, the toe of his shoe clipped a root and he stumbled a few steps. He fortunately caught his balance, but a shiny pocket watch flew from his pocket and swung loosely at his side. It shimmered in what little light shined down from the moon above and the chain jingled as Moriarty quickly shoved it back into his pocket.