[And as if right on cue, there was someone who was talking to him; must be the luck of the Irish, he thought as he kept the grin threatening to creep onto his face at bay.]

"Well, ifin' yer talkin' 'bout this tree...I'm seein' a whole lotta things."

[He said as he let a puff of smoke roll out of his mouth while he put his hands deeper into his pockets, looking to spare at least his hands of this cold.]

"Aint'a one'a 'em normal. Y'feelin' as outta place here as I am? 'M thinkin' I might'a fallen down'a rabbit hole when I weren't lookin'."