When he'd given the permission, it had been with zero interest in paranormal activity. To begin with, he might be willing to admit that Repose had oddness, but he didn't have any particular interest in learning it existed on his property. To continue on with, he'd been mostly curious if she would follow through, try to figure it out. He hadn't been entirely certain that his descriptor was enough to go on - houses around the lake tended to have stone, wood, and glass - and while it felt like a decent enough descriptor of his he wouldn't even begin to pretend that his was the only one that had any of those.
He'd finished writing on a scene when he had determined to take a break and had wandered down the staircase, his dog at his heel, towards the bar cart. Probably he should not drink as much as he was, but some nights it felt as if there was nothing to do. He poured a glass of gin, finishing it as Heart started whining at the door. "Seriously?" He asked the chocolate lab, but he crossed the large great room, coming over to the glass doors that opened out onto the stone patio and he took a sip of the gin as he opened the door.
"Stay near," he told the dog. It was dusk, after all, and she was used to that command. And it was still a bit cold, but he stood backlit by the light from the large windows as Heart padded down the stones, out of sight-ish, but not so far that he couldn't still hear her rustling in the bushes. He took another sip of the gin, eyes out on the edges of things, alert and looking for movement as he typically was when he let Heart out. "Heart?" he called into the gathering dusk, and when there was no response, he rolled his eyes, opened his door for his leather loafers, and headed down the stone steps toward the boathouse, gin still in hand, as he muttered: "I swear to god, Heart, if you've..."
Motion near the lake itself, made him pause, and his heart beat quicken. That wasn't Heart - it was human... His other hand slid into his pocket, felt the phone there, and he paused, remembering the permission given. Had she taken it?
"Is someone there?" He called into the darkness. If it was her, she would surely answer, and if it wasn't, well he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.