[Klayko]

A voice called out to him and as a result, he found his blue eyes glancing towards the table. Out among most who were sitting was a redheaded female with a set a books that one could say she was essentially buried in. She wasn't the only one as others were taking it upon themselves to read up on books as well that pertained to Mysty Cove and the area of Cape Ridley as a whole. Some had history books while others delved a bit further with books on strange weather phenomena. What was she, Winona, reading however?

"Hey," he said with a slight smile, pulling a chair and taking the time to ease into it. "Doing alright for the most part. How are things on your end? Find anything worth reading about?"

Connor had some things of his own that he had found, but they were more so the obviously known. Things like news articles that the now overly pregnant news anchors posted from the comfort of their own homes detailed how the fog and mist itself just mysteriously came close to two decades back when a hurricane hit them. Ever since, people outside of the town itself seemingly forgot it existed. Connor for certain thought it was never on the map. He discreetly remembers checking his GPS on his way home for the college break after all and nothing appeared, town wise, on the program. Imagine his surprise when he stumbles on to a town and receives the complimentary welcome of being knocked out and impregnated by a strange aroma in the air.