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It was exact 75 degrees Fahrenheit with winds at around 19 MPH with a light scattering of clouds. Humidity was a low 6% for the day and there was a low chance, (8%), for rain. Marcus had spent exactly 22 minutes checking each weather source he could to confirm the conditions were just perfect before he was to go and show what he had found. Something hidden away behind an old cul-de-sac that was slated for demolition and reconstruction. The land had been bought out by a developer a year ago to make room for much more gentrified housing. High end living for select clientele.

Marcus knew about that too, because he'd been contracted to work on one of the homes an that was how he found the secret that was hidden but not.

He didn't go looking for odd things, strange things. They happened to him. He just noticed them better than others. The problem was that not everyone was willing to listen and those that did didn't always trust his word.

Jeremiah had in the past, taken Marcus's claims at face value. But one to many failed 'shows' and one to many dead leads had put a strain on the man's willingness to hear out the self described 'eccentric' that just wanted to expose the truth that he saw to others.
This time however? Marcus was 99.99% certain that he could convince Jeremiah to give him another chance to prove that he wasn't just 'full of stories'.

Even if Marcus liked to tell stories.

With the right conditions met, Marcus had gone to town and made a beeline from his bike lock towards Jeremiah's office, leaning in to press his ear to the door for a good long while, trying to discern if it was a good time to talk.

And if there were the robotic security drone mice scurrying about.
Marcus was hoping there wasn't because he'd yet to catch any and he didn't trust them.

One hand curled around the edges of the door at eye level, pulling it open just enough for a second hand to slip a cellphone inside the office. It was angled to give some vision to the person on the other side, yet not much.

Satisfied by what he saw, Marcus opened the door, looking calm and a smile that said nothing of a man who'd just been wondering if the two of them had to fear for robotic mice security drones set to record their every move.
"Afternoon Jeremiah. I ah-" Walking into the room, he turned, closing the door behind him after smiling politely as the secretary passed to go do whatever it was secretaries did when not answering calls of questions.
"I found something a while ago!" His voice held excitement, as if this was really, the one thing that would change all things.
"I've been keeping track, checking conditions, and I promise you, it'll be there this time. You- I mean you saw didn't you?" He'd been there in that other place of mist and beings that were not human but not... terrible. Unknown. They were unknowns. Marcus was doing his best to keep an open mind but it was very difficult when he was quite sure half the things he saw were real.

"It's like that but not quite. Different. Better. I- Oh, you're working!" Composure turned from excited to contained as Marcus sat himself down.
"Sorry, I interrupted your work didn't I? I can go back out and wait if you want."

Marcus relaxed, an ease lifting knowing he'd not intruded at a bad time. Despite his enthusiasm, the man was not the most easy to tolerate in his eccentrics and he was fulling aware he could be rather overbearing at times.

"Saw, well, more like stumbled upon? I thought it was simply a trick of nature but when I went back it happened again. I did a bit of recording and testing and I'm positive that this time it will be there given the conditions. I-"

He looked at the man who might have normally rebuffed him and couldn't help but ask.
"Did something happen?" It was an innocent enough question, but it was also a loaded one. Of all people in the town, Marcus was perhaps one of the few who would keep a running memo of what happened to who and what rumors hovered in the air from conversations in coffee shops and grocery lines.

"I won't pry as to what happened, but, you're not putting up much of a resistance to my claims." Blue eyes narrowed and brows furrowed.
"I expected you to tell me to bring proof rather than go along with it. WHICH I did."

Fishing into a coat pocket a small handful of nuts rolled out along with a few bright red berries. All ones that would be produced in the winter rather than early summer.
"It's a queer place really."

"But you came back." It was a poor defense and he knew it. Jeremiah had come back seemingly unharmed but others? Others less so.
"Let's not talk about... what happened. Walls have ears here and we both know some secrets are better left that way. Anywho, you can understand why I found these growths rather- special? Special." That was a nice sane sounding word for them.

"It's not too far. Oh." He paused. He hadn't driven here, only taken his bike.
"I came on my bike and its a bit of a walk. Would you mind driving? Its ten minutes by car. But the spot should last for the next few hours. Always has in the past."

Marcus exited the vehicle with a noticeable care to not slam the door or swing it carelessly. Just because he might not drive didn't mean he'd not pay head to those who owned such 'very expensive things' (TM). Humming as he started looking around he stopped, turned and smiled.
"That's the odd part. They do last. I mean usually things like this are once in a blue moon and when you try to show someone, they just up and vanish. But I've tracked it, timed it. It's consistent in location and duration." He sounded in awe despite himself. It was a great find and he hoped, prayed, and was needing to be right about this. Something that wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him. Something... real.

With a pep in his step, Marcus started a brisk pace to the edge of where the small grove rested just at the edge of the site. The leveled area dipped off and visibly, one could vaguely tell that it was a gentle slope. Why it was odd however was that even with the sun in the sky and the warm air around them, a dense fog covered the area and the ground at the top of the hill looked almost frosted over.

"It starts here." He began, hands suddenly fidgeting with each other, his nerves setting in.
"If you can't already tell though-" Behind them, sounds of birds, of human occupation was a dull hum. From the grove below however? Silence.

Marcus was over the moon. It had stayed, was here, and finally, FINALLY, Jeremiah wouldn't be able to just brush him off anymore. Marcus was 50 shades of pleased with himself.
"thank god." He muttered, going deeper into the area.

"It's not- well. I don't think we're leaving the area per-say." He gave a shrug, walking over to a few bushes. They were the dark green of winter leaves and the red berries put them into stark contrast with the dull greys caused by the heavy mist.

"When its over, the place is the same landscape wise. Same bushes, trees, paths- only its not winter. The leaves are in different color. I'm not a horticulture expert, but in having to plan landscape a few times, I know enough to pick up on what plants looks like what during certain seasons. It just turns.. wintry." It was not a very scientific explanation in the slightest.

"As for more places like this? Maybe. I run into small places but they never last. This one does. It's just-" Shoulders lifted up then down. It was silent save for them. Not even the distant sound of cars or the city could be heard. Much less any animals or even wind for that matter.

"It's like it's frozen. Not just like winter but- in time. No sound, no movements. Creepy but harmless."

"Veil?" Marcus asked, not having heard the term really used in such a way outside of books before. Fantasy books no less. Still, he watched Jeremiah more than the area, looking around only on occasion to assess if he needed to do anything or if it would fade.
"Well, it's not been unsafe and it's usually just come and gone. Like a tide I suppose." In and out, regular, (though not tied to the moon, he'd already checked that).
"I have some notes, recordings really with date logs and locations. So yeah. Maybe....six pages if I printed the whole excel file? Dunno. Been a while since I checked." Walking over, he cracked a branch. It should have been a green, but it was dull brown at it's core. He doubted it was from the cold. If anything, the poor tree had gotten stressed from the construction.

"Honestly, I'm just wondering if these places will start cropping up on more of my work sites. They're really close to residential developments. And in some parts, harder to just write off as morning fog and such."

Marcus saw it then, freezing as he stared. That had to be a trick of the light. It wasn't, well, it wasn't normal.

A small voice in Marcus's head said that maybe this wasn't Jeremiah. That maybe he'd been mistaken. But if it wasn't Jeremiah, then- the Fakemiah couldn't know that he knew.
Act normal.

Well, Marcus normal in any case.

"I'll bring my notes by later. For now, let's head back out. It's cold." Plus the eyes had unnerved him.
"People are never ready for the truth Jeremiah. Really. I've been going on for over a year about the government, you really think I don't know that already?" He still huffed at the man.
"Really," Marcus muttered under his breath.