It’s getting far too dark, far too quickly. I don't like the way the shadows are stretching across the floorboards... I think we should stay inside for a while longer.
Actually, maybe we shouldn't be traveling at all today. I'll be honest, I've been feeling a bit on edge lately. Every time someone slams a door or a heavy mug hits a table, my heart just... stops. Is it just me, or is the world becoming increasingly unpredictable?