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...

He takes another step backwards, slinking as far into the shadows as he's able, hoping against hope he won't be seen. He recognizes that voice, but he can't be sure before he catches a glimpse of the face. Only problem is he would need to stick his neck out for it, and he isn't at all about to do that, neither literally nor figuratively speaking.

He stops breathing.