It was a relatively quick trip from where they were to Cludge's bridge. Unfortunately, the short winter days were lingering and by the time they'd left the dirt path that lead to the Ivy Watchtower, the sun had set, leaving behind the last curls of orange over a rapidly darkening sky. The world changed from gold and orange to a thick, velvet darkness - heavy and cold.

It was a good kind of chill, though - a chill that could be combated with the truck's primitive heater and by warm clothes. When the changelings approached the dark bridge again, their circumstances couldn't have been more different from when they passed through here yesterday. Now, they were fed, armed, clothed and had allies. It was an encouraging thought.

A car was parked in the centre of the bridge - a heavy, muscled four wheel drive. It's high beam headlights were on, and a man was standing with his back to them. He was holding a stop sign in one hand, facing in the directions of the changelings.

Something was wrong here. The dreamlike memories of last night weren't matching up. Something was off with that monster in the headlights. It was hard to tell exactly what...

[Wits+Composure for details. -3 for high beam headlights, +1 because of the nature of the change. You'll get this information one way or another, it's a question if you get it before or after you go in to get a closer look.]