The obvious stretch of blackness appeared larger and larger as it approached the hut of one, Archibald Millard. As it got closer, it became very obvious that it was a Cutty Mordaunt. He looked up from his feet upon the demi-predictable ground (he'd been watching his footing and also sometimes you'd find lost things) to see the long figure of the kids' Astronomy Professor.

"Hi, Professor Flamsteed!" And he was breathing heavily...and sweating. "Oi...yer weren't wehrkin' out were yer?" Not that the professor was dressed for it, but Cutty couldn't even imagine what Flamsteed would look like in anything but a suit or perhaps a very eccentric costume. Cutty was going to mention that he'd found a fairly awesome trail not too far off from where they were standing. It was somewhat overgrown and occasionally there'd be a branch that stuck out that could be used as a make shift hurdle. Not to mention the territorial swarm of bowtruckles that liked to give chase. Excellent.