[And once again, that raises more questions for the young man than it answers by quite a long shot, and almost all of them are ones that are going to require a positive sit-down to get proper answers for, he imagines. A ghost category system? Gravity Falls? The pun alone...
But given their time limit he opts for perhaps the least pressing of his queries.]
What, did the ghost have bad eyesight? ... can ghosts have bad eyesight? Can ghosts have eyes?
[And then Evan sucks in a breath and shuts himself up re: further absurd queries, because around a treed corner a glow can be seen. The drums are close, throbbing in the humid night air, and despite himself Evan's pulse kicks up. He stares at the glow and gestures, to catch Ford's attention in case the man hasn't spotted that shine, until he remembers himself and looks back down at the mirror hurriedly.
It's hard, nearly impossible, to properly track the glow from his periphery, but better that than whatever mischief the purveyors of that glow have waiting for too-curious stares. The drums, those are the best indicator, but Evan finds himself holding his breath, caught by the tension of that rhythm. It will be several moments still before anything shows up on their mirror, and each passing moment winches the suspense higher. As the drums creep closer to passing directly behind the pair, Evan glances at Ford, wondering if the man is feeling as wound-up as he is.]
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But given their time limit he opts for perhaps the least pressing of his queries.]
What, did the ghost have bad eyesight? ... can ghosts have bad eyesight? Can ghosts have eyes?
[And then Evan sucks in a breath and shuts himself up re: further absurd queries, because around a treed corner a glow can be seen. The drums are close, throbbing in the humid night air, and despite himself Evan's pulse kicks up. He stares at the glow and gestures, to catch Ford's attention in case the man hasn't spotted that shine, until he remembers himself and looks back down at the mirror hurriedly.
It's hard, nearly impossible, to properly track the glow from his periphery, but better that than whatever mischief the purveyors of that glow have waiting for too-curious stares. The drums, those are the best indicator, but Evan finds himself holding his breath, caught by the tension of that rhythm. It will be several moments still before anything shows up on their mirror, and each passing moment winches the suspense higher. As the drums creep closer to passing directly behind the pair, Evan glances at Ford, wondering if the man is feeling as wound-up as he is.]