She settled into the comfort and familiarity of walking. The woods were nice, though strangely quiet. She looked around, wondering why there were no crickets and other insects. There were no chirping critters. It was unlike any night she'd seen. There was always noise in the woods...<br/><br/>She walked on in silence, enjoying the peace for a moment, then he spoke and she smiled, answering politely, "My name is Karen. Karen Jones. As for fun, I'm afraid I'll need you to define that... Not sure I remember what that word means." she winked playfully to show she was kidding, "My nightly jog is my 'fun'... Lately, all I do is work. What about you? What do you do for fun?"<br/><br/>And then she remembered... the only time she'd ever heard the woods this quiet. It had been on a hike with her father as a child. They'd come across a mountain lion in the woods. The critters and birds had all fled or hid in the presence of a predator. How strange that something like that should happen tonight.... She looked around, hoping there wasn't another mountain lion or other dangerous animal around.