The last somebody is walking with a casually, strolling slowness through the forest. In blue jeans and well fitting, long sleeve, knit beige sweater he doesn't look out of place even here. He could lean on a tree and make someone wonder where the cameras for a commercial were.
He stopped at the edge of the area, clearing his throat.
The sound somehow seeming both an interruption and a laugh.
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