Dominic surveyed her curiously, his brow stiffening for a moment. "Well...Alright." He said after a few seconds of silence. Dominic gently placed his gun into it's box and slapped the sealers shut. "I used to have this, er, friend, her name was May. We were, pretty close...But anyways, when the wind would blow through the trees like it did a minute ago, she would tell me that the trees were trying to tell us something. I always think of her when, when that happens." His voice became low, close to whisper. Dominic quickly snapped out of the dream-like trance he was in, and stood up. "She died a while ago though. Became really sick."