"Come on Holly, get ready for bed!"
"I'll be right there!"
Artemis steps into the room, and stops beside his bed. Reaching into pockets, he feels for any objects. The idea comes up positive, and he flings the multiple results onto the queen bedspread. Fowl reaches for his belt, and loops the buckle.
Minutes later, the heir is adorned in comfortable pajama clothes. He sits down on the chair provided, and gazes into the courtyard portrayed through his nearby window.
The night is calm, wind flowing through the air. Each tree stands, branch by branch showing off it's collection of leaves.
Something catches his eyes. A miniature breed of tree appears to have nurtured itself in the middle of the stone crosswalk. Of course, he never laid down foundation in that area for growing life.
That's not a tree. It's a person of some sort, but the term is loose when it comes to this situation. It's very tall, about six feet. The suit worn by the creature appears to be nothing special, from the red tie to dress shoes, it is an average dress wear. It's facial figures grabs Artemis's attention. The only problem is that there are none. Normal human attributes, or the absence of so, makes Artemis feel uneasy and the opposite of comfortable.
He hears his wife approaching, and closes the blinds. Artemis attempts to keep the thoughts out of his mind as he walks towards his bed.
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