As he stood there, the longer he waited the more he felt it. That voice. It sounded like moths fluttering. As he listened, he sensed echoes accompanying the sound followed by an acute sense that the noises were overlapping each other. He shook his head violently to try and release his mind from such upsetting reverberations.<em>How could moths speak to him?</em>he thought.<br/><br/>His curiosity was growing. He must wait for Jessica but the voices were calling to him. His decision was made for him as through the racket he could her light foot steps. He was sure it was sweet Jessica returning, as she promised. Or at least he hoped it was her, as a cold sweat started to collect on his forehead. He tried to compose himself for her return.<br/>