It had started small, after Glen found the pumpkin on his doorstep, and George had come by a bit later giving him the pumpkin he had found, not without a bit of flirting, that Glen quickly rejected with a slam to his front door. Maybe that was the start, since afterwards, the next day really, he had begun to feel off. Was it anxiety over school? No, but that was a stress. Was it his night patrols? No, strangely it wasn't. He couldn't name it, he just knew he was beginning to feel like he had in Hillworth those few short years ago, and he hated it. His only Ray of light it felt, would be to see his friend Andy. At least, he was sure that would work.