((Also known as 'Attack of the Mun-Made Contrived Plot Device' and 'Possible Travelling Systems for Living Socks'. Yes, I know, this is completely contrived and quite a bit of a cliche, not to mention so completely unexplained that it makes plot holes as large as France. I promise to never to do something like this again and you have permission to beat me to death with my own limbs.))
Atton read through the note again before carefully folding it up and putting it in his pocket. He was deep in the woods around the lake, how deep he didn’t know, but he had been walking for a while now, away from the bar, and he could no longer see it.
He took a long look at the necklace before quickly putting that in his pocket as well and continuing his walk. Minutes passed, ten, twenty ...
Atton stopped.
( There was a sock. )
Atton read through the note again before carefully folding it up and putting it in his pocket. He was deep in the woods around the lake, how deep he didn’t know, but he had been walking for a while now, away from the bar, and he could no longer see it.
He took a long look at the necklace before quickly putting that in his pocket as well and continuing his walk. Minutes passed, ten, twenty ...
Atton stopped.
( There was a sock. )