It was a bit cool, an early fall chill settling in. The street was quiet, possibly too quiet, but Ellen ignored the odd sensation as she walked. She was going to be early, not that she thought Moira would mind, but it had been a choice of either leaving the library early to walk or staying late and waiting to be picked up by another member of the group.<br/><br/>The street lights flickered slightly as she neared Moira's house. It was still a bit odd to think that she was part of this group, having thought she was the only one that had noticed the strange occurrences in town; now they met every week and each time something stranger was revealed. There was no saying what it could be and having grown up in town and it freaked Ellen out a bit.<br/><br/>She wasn't meant for these impossible 'what ifs' - her mind was programmed to work in a strictly analytical fashion. Adding elements she had never even thought of before was throwing for her a loop. At night she barely slept, always trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for what could be going on. As of yet, she hadn't been able to come up with anything, but she kept trying.<br/><br/>Moira's house came into view and Ellen paused, staring at the light lit above the front door. She was exhausted, sleepless nights and busy days at the library wearing her down. Maybe she would skip out early, grab some dinner on the way home and just crash. With a sigh she walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell and then knocking lightly. A soft breeze blew, pushing her hair into her face and she shivered, it'd be nice once she was inside.