Don't laugh.
I received a cryptic message from Pete this past week. He mentioned something about water, and shadows skulking outside his home. He had already armed the jungen and barricaded them in a room sealed with ancient glyphs while me made for Jersey, post-haste.
We met on the waterfront, it was dark, but we both knew that the shadows would be easier to spot in the dark. Their movement and irregular and unnatural shapes standing in stark contrast to the true forms of natural shadows. He handed me the information and disappeared across a bridge. That was the last I saw of him.