The woods were quiet, as they often were during the late night hours. Only the back porch light illuminated the night air.  Deep into the brush a familiar blank face stared up into her window. The screeching echoed into her mind slowly. He always seemed to appear when the instability in her home was at its greatest. He rested a long hand upon the tree as he stared at her, studying her, his head leaned to the side. Long grooves were slowly being dug into the tree whilst he stared, his head trembling and turning to the other side. It was almost as if he now possessed a nervous twitch, something seeming to confuse him so greatly that he couldn't think straight without the annoying puzzle being solved. The screeches in her ears turned to pulses of roaring, presenting his frustration to her, his expressionless face directed at her, shaking and leaning back and forth, the grooves he dug into the tree growing deeper and deeper.