11:2

“Something is not right. Something is quite wrong. Something is not right, and so, we sing, this song!” The refrain from a long forgotten children’s video bounced along in Edward’s head as he stared at the building across the field. Something wasn’t right. He just couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

With the tune rattling along in his head, Edward made the decision to abandon his post and take a hand in whatever he was sensing. Waiting just didn’t seem to be the correct action anymore and this ominous sense of foreboding was making his ears twitch too much to sit still any longer. Even a rabbit has to move sometime, and this rabbit was moving now.