The next day was cloudy, lending an almost spooky quality to the hills and valleys where the mist and fog gathered.
Xanatos was content to stay in his rented room, laptop humming as he shot off emails and conducted business as if he were still in Manhattan.
With nothing else to do, and restless, Matt put on his long khaki colored coat and decided to walk back to the lighthouse. It wasn't that long before sunset, and he wanted to be nearby in case they needed anything from him.
It wasn't likely, as Brooklyn, Garia and Hudson seemed to have it all under control. And they did have a point, he mused, looking at the sleepy streets of the village. A task force here would be almost a waste. Outside of an occasional brawl outside of the pub, he couldn't really see anything happening here that would warrant extra law enforcement.
As he walked up High Street, up the hill to where the lighthouse stood, he looked over the water.
There were fishermen still out, he mused. The coming storm must be drawing the fish up and into the nets. Even with the good haul, the fishermen were beginning to turn back to shore and Matt couldn't blame them.
There were also some tourist boats out there, he saw with consternation. Party boats farther out, brightly colored boats with brighter lights strung on every surface. There was the faint thumping base of modern music that was so out of place here.
Matt frowned, looking to the sky.
He was a city boy, had been his whole life, but with the look of the sky, there was no way he would get on a boat out there.
Shaking his head, he resumed his walking.
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After sunset, the clan gathered at the mouth of the cave.
"Melody? Why don't you, Rhapsody, and Harmony take Brooklyn and Garia out. Show them around the village, and we will converse more with Hudson." Selah said with an indulgent smile. "We will retire back to the cavern now with the Americans and speak more, as a whole clan tonight before sunrise."
Brooklyn wanted to stay. As the clan's second, he felt he would have a lot to contribute, but he saw the way that Hudson had been moving stiffly since the flight. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and Brooklyn knew he would deny it if someone said something. He would push himself to exhaustion before admitting he needed the rest after the travel and party atmosphere of last night.
Deciding, he turned to the females. "Alright, girls," he said in a light tone. "Let's go take a tour."
