"As real as any of this is," said Bucky, brushing away some of the excess straw that had fallen on his clothes and in his hair. His first time in Goodland, the strange occurrences had mostly been benign, and the same had been the case since his return. He'd heard from a few others of dangerous instances. He guessed it was about time one popped up again; he just hasn't expected it to be this.
"Did you come through a door from Goodland? One that appeared out of no where?" If there were multiple ways to be brought here then maybe there were multiple ways to get out. So far he hadn't been able to find any doors inside the forest that would take them back home. If the doors appeared and disappeared at random, it was possible if they stayed put then one would randomly appear near them, but Bucky wasn't the type that could stand still for very long. "We should probably keep mov-..."
The sound was muffled because of the humming noise all around, but Bucky's words trailed off when he hard the rustling of what sounded like leaves but instead were several more scarecrows running towards them. "Or hold that thought," he said, gripping the pitchfork tightly in his hand.