[It's only after Windom has disappeared into the trees that the laughter starts.
Slow. Menacing.
Then louder, faster, more out of control. Wild, reckless, screaming hysterics that echo through the open air in a cacophony of sound.
It's almost enough — almost — to cover up the screech of the owl.
It descends fast, talons out, and then suddenly around Coop's head it's flapping and feathers and a flurry of commotion, lasting just long enough to bring the terror to a peak before it manages to shake free and careens off into the woods after its master.
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Slow. Menacing.
Then louder, faster, more out of control. Wild, reckless, screaming hysterics that echo through the open air in a cacophony of sound.
It's almost enough — almost — to cover up the screech of the owl.
It descends fast, talons out, and then suddenly around Coop's head it's flapping and feathers and a flurry of commotion, lasting just long enough to bring the terror to a peak before it manages to shake free and careens off into the woods after its master.
Sweet dreams, Agent Cooper.
This owl is precisely what it seems.]