Jacob woke up stiffly and groggily on the bed, his mind feeling the weight of a dull haze from the weirdest nights sleep he had ever had. He woke up alone on the bed, realising his was nearly entirely coated in a thin sheen of slime, which he presumed was from Misty's stomach. The mention of her name in his internal monologue made him realise he was alone in the room. It was also the same moment he could smell a cooked breakfast being prepared downstairs.
 Did he go downstairs to the being

Jacob double checked the written directions on the seat next to him as he drove down the dirt track, unsure how much he could trust either that or his satnav, if only because of the remoteness of his intended destination. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to accept the inheritance of the farm from his very recently late brother rather than just selling it on, but part of him had decided to go for it. While it had been years since he had ever done any farmwork with his siblings back on their parents