Sigma, curious, glides toward the red glint. He soars through the fog, and nears the tree. He then yields as he gets past the fog to focus on what the light has been emanating from: A mechanical face, rabbit-eared and with two bulbous ocular sensors on the face in which the red light blinks, stares at Sigma. It then drops lower into the tree. In person, you barely hear anything moving in the trees. But then something shows itself.