531 Westwood Drive. Arcadia Bay Oregon, October 7th, 2013 2:05 PM

James shut the car engine off and pulled the key out of its ignition, placing the small metal item in the pocket of his sweatshirt. He opened the door of the car and shut it behind him. he looked out to the residence in front of him. It was a 2 floored cabin-like home, the driveway stretching 15 feet from the main road and was not paved. James walked up to the door and was greeted by a large black Husky howling excitedly and jumping up on him. "Hey Mia" James knelt down and pat the dog on the head, He walked up the 3 steps to the front door and let himself in with the key on the same ring as the car ignition key. walking through the open door James was accompanied by the canine as he walked up the stairs and entered a long hallway, Suddenly his phone buzzed

[Price: Yo Sherlock Holmes got the info?]

[James: Yes, I have everything I could get so far. Records, files, hell even pictures. They're inside of my USB drive]

[Price: Perfect! knew I could count of you Sherlock, meet me at American Rust tomorrow bring that drive]

[James: Fine]

Just as James had put his phone away it buzzed again

[Mom: I'm out back in the gardens honey]

James began to move his way through the home, he only stopped when he noticed the picture adorned by two small American flags. Inside the photo stood a man in his early thirty's, clean shaven with a military haircut, facial features similar to his own, he wore a US Marine Corps Dress Blue uniform. He was smiling in the picture. James gave a weak smile at the photograph but it was quickly replaced with a dulled sense of sadness. James became self consciously aware of the metal dog tags we had draped around his neck slightly concealed by his jacket. In his head, he could still remember the last he heard a voice come from that mans face.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it"

"James." A woman's voice called out to him, James quickly turned around to be faced with a woman who was almost in her forties but her graying hair and sun-baked skin made her look much older, wearing a sun hat and dirtied coveralls. She walked up to James and embraced him "I know, I miss him too" The woman comforted her son, the embrace ended quickly and the two walked outside into the garden all full of colorful flowers.

Melissa Makintosh sold these flowers for a living, just as she had done since the age of twenty owning a florist shop along the cost. James unzipped his sweatshirt and placed it on a table sitting outside on the porch, walked into the garden and began picking the flora ever so carefully as to not damage them. he was already halfway done when he noticed a small bright blue butterfly sitting on a dandelion, it was like nothing James had ever seen before. then he felt something, a chill. He looked up from the small flying insect to find, snowflakes.

Snow wasn't uncommon during October. James had relatives who lived in New England that he would visit from time to time, up north it wasn't uncommon to see random snowfalls during the fall months even in Oregon. But it had been an unusually hot autumn in Arcadia Bay, around 75 or 80 degrees Fahrenheit. His phone vibrated but he ignored it as he was simply dumbfounded by the event. It was the thud of something falling that finally caught his attention as he looked behind him only to find a dead White Tail Kite laying stiff on the ground. James stood up and uneasily grabbed his jacket and went inside looking for shelter.

Something unnatural was going on in Arcadia Bay. But unbeknownst to James Makintosh, Life was about to get strange.

END OF EPISODE 1