As far as Will was concerned, there was nothing on earth more calming than smell of wild places. How long had it been since he'd been able to lay his hand on a tree that didn't have the smell of gasoline and humanity woven into it's every fibre? He thought about it briefly, but ended up just giving his head a shake and plucking a blossom of purple clover from the side of the road. Wasn't even worth thinking about. He'd left all that complication a long ways back, and now he was...how did the dog in that Disney movie put it, 'footloose and collar free' ? It was a good feeling.<br/><br/>Finding the main office was a simple affair; follow the road signs, mind the old bridge and climb the staircase to a small building built out of unfinished pine that sported a 'help wanted' sign in the front window. Will pushed open the door, catching the last few words of a conversation and the distressed expression of the woman behind the desk before he was two steps inside."Babysitting?" He offered with a smile that he hoped would take the edge off of whatever was bothering her.