What awaits in the dark awaits for us all, and little did Ed know he would soon once more find such a thing awaiting for him at the place he once called home. It was a house on a hill, and a house nestled amongst the branches and thorns. A place time had forgotten, but a place that never forgets. It always waited for him there, for anyone in fact that dare cross its threshold. Always there, always silent, always waiting, and always waiting in the dark.