Patrolling with Mothman. Late October, 1939.

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Nelly had given me and Byron a route, and we'd left headquarters as soon as it was dark enough. I'd been a bit worried; his costume wasn't exactly inconspicuous. But I supposed that it had worked out well for him so far, or else he probably would have changed it.

"So...nice night." I offered, by way of making a little conversation. He was the Minuteman I'd spoken to least, and I hoped we'd at least become friendly after tonight.