<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpbs.twimg.com%2Fmedia%2FB6wvHqyCQAItnFx.jpg&amp;hash=5eee0857a33a4a25c1dbccada4ca0a42" href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B6wvHqyCQAItnFx.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Zane Aston Forbes</a>was a 35 year old white man, standing 6'2", 200 pounds, he wore closely cropped jet black hair, with electric blue eyes, he wore a mustache with a bit of scruff. He wore black rimmed glasses though only for reading. He tended to put them hanging on his vests of his as he would wear a suit to class, to be the professional he was. He had been a professor for the last 13 years at Yale University. He was a professor of history and archaeology. He was a alumni of Yale and had been hired after he had graduated. He had been a member of the Skull and bones with his family wealth. He had been a bit of a renegade going to Yale as all of the men in the family had gone to Harvard and his father was in charge of the art museum on Harvard's campus grounds. He lived off campus having purchased a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fthumbs.trulia-cdn.com%2Fpictures%2Fthumbs_5%2Fps.107%2F4%2F6%2F4%2F5%2Fpicture-uh%3De33a94ad456babfd6c3ac715ddde42f-ps%3D464538c6fafb0d5edde8676f090c21d-154-Alden-Ave-New-Haven-CT-06515.jpg&amp;hash=a0d93fe951b4d8e00c0d99376a71abfa" href="https://thumbs.trulia-cdn.com/pictures/thumbs_5/ps.107/4/6/4/5/picture-uh=e33a94ad456babfd6c3ac715ddde42f-ps=464538c6fafb0d5edde8676f090c21d-154-Alden-Ave-New-Haven-CT-06515.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">home</a>, not nearly as grand as the family home. It suited him well. He had a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fmomentcar.com%2Fimages%2Fpackard-twin-six-11.jpg&amp;hash=baa4d3d0780f649fd30b4e6dec284617" href="http://momentcar.com/images/packard-twin-six-11.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Packard twin six</a>, he was a bit of mechanic and loved to take it apart and tinker with it in his spare time. He had just finished the school year and was looking forward to the summer break.<br/><br/>The first day after college was finished for the year was one he enjoyed to the nth degree. He was planning a trip to go hiking at<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ct.gov%2Fdeep%2Flib%2Fdeep%2Fstateparks%2Fparks%2Fwestrock9.jpg&amp;hash=531d439de5efd6f708b86294cdae58ca" href="http://www.ct.gov/deep/lib/deep/stateparks/parks/westrock9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">West Rock Ridge State Park</a>. He got up that morning, showered, dried off, then dressed. He made himself some coffee, bacon and eggs. He plated the food, then sat eating and drinking his coffee. He had not been hiking since the semester break in January, this would be the first time and he was so looking forward to the peace and quiet. He cleaned up and then filling his canteen with water he walked to his car. He got in and started the Packard twin six and hearing it rumble was music to his ears. He took his time getting to the park. The traffic was light this morning and the sky was beautiful, a light breeze out he had the window down as he drove. Less than 30 minutes later he was there and parked.<br/><br/>He decided that he wanted to do a ten mile hike. The scenery was picturesque with big pines and just a 5-10 mph wind kept it cool enough to have his jacket on. He contemplated how his life was, he enjoyed his job and he had a student Grace Crowley, she was the most exceptional of students and Sunday they were to meet and head up to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.onlyinyourstate.com%2Fmaine%2Fspooky-small-town-me%2F&amp;hash=0096cfe268b53a3d7b152cbfcda9a4f4" href="http://www.onlyinyourstate.com/maine/spooky-small-town-me/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Prospect</a>Maine. He was being asked to investigate a finding that had been unearthed and he could think of no one else he would rather go with except Blaine, she was an exceptional student, she was his best and brightest. He started his 10 mile hike. He heard the whisper of the little aspen leaves dancing in the slight breeze that toyed with his jet black hair. His ears faintly distinguished the echoing sounds of forest animals far away, and the birds' sweet songs. He took a deep breath; the scent of pine mingled with the breeze. The forest seemed alive with little hidden secrets that only it knew. The hike lasted about 2 hours and he finished off his canteen of water to quench his thirst. He made it to his car, he got in and was off along the roadway to get home, shower then take a nap. He made good time and traffic was not a bother. He pulled into the drive. Parked and turned the car off. He walked up and unlocked the house door and he walked to the upstairs. He had the maid coming by to do laundry tomorrow and tidy the house up. He would need to pack his bags he thought as he stripped and got into the shower. He was excited for the trip tomorrow. He washed, rinsed then dressed. He got into his hammock outside and laid down under the light breeze under the oak trees. Sleep overcame him quickly as he napped the afternoon away.<br/><br/>He woke up and he was hungry so he decided to go to the Dockside Seafood & Grill. He was going to get an order of fried clams, fries and nice cold coke. He got into his car and drove down to the Dockside restaurant. He parked and made his went to the entrance. He was ushered to a table. 'Sir what may I get you to drink or do you need some time.' The waiter asked, all of 19 he thought. "Coke, fried clams and fries. Thank you." 'Sir, will have it all out to you shortly.' He was looking forward to it. It was nice to go out to eat occasionally, though he could afford it every night of the week. Soon the food was there. 'Sir is there anything else?' "No this looks great." He dug in to the coleslaw, the clams with the tartar sauce and the fries which he added ketchup. He felt like he was eating like a king. Soon he had finished and he paid the man, leaving him a tip for him as well. He walked to his car and got in started and took a slow drive back to the house. He parked in the drive.<br/><br/>He walked up and unlocked the front door and went upstairs to pack for tomorrow. He had his archaeology kit packed, he packed clothes for a week. Picking ones that he would be out about in the wilderness. He smiled once done and he put it all downstairs by the front door. He was to pick up the Blaine at school at 8 tomorrow morning and they were to drive up to Prospect Maine. He smiled to himself. The lass may not know what she is in for on this trip. He went up stairs and got into bed. He fell asleep and soon dreaming of his Blaine.