Flour dusted the air, mingling with the scent of fresh bread. The bakery hummed with an early morning rhythm, the warmth of the ovens chasing away the autumn chill. "Morning! The usual?" "Please. And maybe one of those cinnamon buns. They smell divine." "Coming right up. You're in early today." "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd get a head start on the day." "Something bothering you?" "It's just... I saw something strange last night. By the old mill." "Strange? Like what?" "A light. Flickering. Like a lantern or something." "Probably just kids. They like to sneak in there sometimes." "Maybe. But it was late. And with all the odd things happening around town..." "You think it's connected?" "I don't know. Just seemed... off." "Well, trust your instincts. If it feels off, it probably is. Want me to ask around?" "Would you? Discreetly, of course." "Of course. Here's your coffee. And the bun. On the house today." "Thanks. You're a lifesaver." "Just being a good neighbor. Be careful, okay?" "Always am. See you tomorrow." The bell above the door jingled softly, signaling a new day in the small town.