The room is suddenly quiet. I pry the window open, the wood protesting as it drags against itself, and throw the shutters back. The stranger is gone. I feel like there should be a mark in the air where he was wiped away. But there is no trace. No matter how much I stare, there is nothing but trees, and rocks, and rolling hills. I stare out at this empty landscape, and it seems impossible that I saw him, saw anyone.
