And then, apart from the birds starting to chirp in the distance at the first few rays of sunshine, there's something else. Not just any something either, Lorne notes. Quite some something. A two-legged, upright most certainly humanoid something.

Lorne freezes in his darkened corner, eyes widening in a most telling way.

Humanoid doesn't necessarily mean human. But if it does...

A most cynical voice at the back of his head points out whatever it is, it can't catch up to you if you run, not with that stick.

Another voice fills in, unless it's a schtick.