"I couldn't tell," Tim began glancing aside briefly as he pulled up his memories of that night. "It was just before I lost consciousness, I heard him approach. Saw him when he crouched down over me but only in silhouette, no face or distinguishing features. I still have nightmares of him watching me, but despite my attempts I can never bring him into focus."

The younger marshal paused, picking through any additional impressions to share. "There was also the confirmation that we are being watched, by something beyond comprehension. It's what makes me curious about that three lobed eye figure we've been finding. But at the time it was that sense of observation, interest and encouragement that urged me to continue cutting."