Later that night
The light of the fire is the only illumination in an otherwise pitch black canopied forest.  The sky above is so filled with stars as to appear ready to burst;  as if hanging just one more light in the sky would make the whole thing come crashing down.  All the familiar aural ambiance is gone, with the noise of cars and plane engines replaced by the much more agreeable hooting of the owl and the crackle of the fire.

An unfamiliar pair of eyes shifts its gaze between the campers, as an invisible and distant watcher takes a moment to observe unseen...