Looking over the ruins.
His steps are sure but his heart was heavy. The ruins of a cottage left him feeling a loss that he missed a very important person in his life. He sighed and stepped toward the remains of a window and looked up. He hoped that he would see a cardinal but the bird wasn't there to greet him this time. Granted that he knew where he was now and in the nexus, everything was possible. Religion wasn't out of reach and the supernatural became his playground.
Ghosts met him in his sleep and spoke to him in his dreams. Ichabod Crane was no longer the constable that he once was. He became something more and some purpose was waiting for him. What that purpose was, he wouldn't know until the time came.
Anyone that was around in the woods would see him. Time didn't seem to matter anymore and he was now a part of a world that space, time and worlds collided.
Ghosts met him in his sleep and spoke to him in his dreams. Ichabod Crane was no longer the constable that he once was. He became something more and some purpose was waiting for him. What that purpose was, he wouldn't know until the time came.
Anyone that was around in the woods would see him. Time didn't seem to matter anymore and he was now a part of a world that space, time and worlds collided.