Masina exits the remarkably peaceful billow of bees.  The insects vanish as ineffably as they appeared, subsiding into a pronounced, invisible buzz, and then into shuttered silence.  From there, it is another fifty paces or so to the edge of the orchard.<br/><br/>Masina scans about and finds the dirt clearing in front of the outpost to be unremarkable.  A plow, an empty seed bag and three shovels stand against the far edge of its entrance, but otherwise, it is clear.<br/><br/>The same holds true with the surrounding area.  The only figure around is that of the lookout tower in the orchard.