I do, yeah! I was absolutely thrilled to the bone. A tad surprised that he contacted me, really.
It was probably a week or so after I had seen Rise of the Guardians for the first time. Never before had I believed more in Jack or the rest of the Guardians. I constantly found myself talking aloud to the wind. Or just sitting around, listening to nature and enjoying the Wintry weather.
I was at school, walking around campus in the morning, killing time until my first class of the day. It was an overcast December day, and yet there wasn’t any wind. Just stagnant. And nobody else around since it was so early in the morning.
I remember feeling a little prickle on my neck. You know, that feeling that you get when you look like you’re alone, and yet it feels like someone’s staring at you? Yeah, that feeling. And yet, it didn’t feel like an evil presence. It felt like a long-time friend was around. So, I spoke aloud to Jack. Said my “hello, Jack.”
And then, there was a strong gust of cold wind. Out of nowhere! As if saying “hello” right back. The tops of the palm trees swayed playfully…one after the other…the swaying coming in my direction. And then…it stopped. And all was still again. Except now, it was a good few degrees lower in temperature.
So I continued to talk, knowing that Jack could be somewhere close by. I just talked about anything that came to mind, making smalltalk to someone I couldn’t see. I think i said something funny—but as to exactly what I said, I can’t recall. I remember laughing to myself about it.
And then, someone laughed along with me.
It had come from high up, seemingly from the palm tree closest to me. I looked around. There was no one around. So, I cautiously looked up into the tree. And I caught a glimpse of blue and white…But as quickly as I had seen it, it was gone.
I went through the rest of my day happy as could be—-that had been Jack, no doubt about it. The laughter was otherworldly, and yet so joyous, mischievous, and contagious. I thanked him for visiting with me, and went about my day not begging for anything more than what he had granted me.
But later that night—inspired by the movie and by that meeting—I started to write my fanfiction, Everlasting Snow (which at that time didn’t have a title). I kept my window open, enjoying the sounds of the wind and letting the cool air get rid of my room’s stuffiness. I had my window blinds open, as well, so I could look outside.
As I wrote, I got that prickly feeling again. And it wasn’t from any gust of wind making it through the window. It happened in a break of the winds. But it was closely followed by a sudden drop in temperature in my room. I felt like someone was looking right over my shoulder, from just beyond, from the window behind me. And there was that laughter again. But much softer, much quieter and yet much closer than before. I didn’t dare to turn around. I welcomed him and asked him what he thought, not really expecting a reply, leaning aside nevertheless so he could have a proper look at my computer screen. And that’s when he spoke.
"It’s awesome," he had said. "I can’t wait to see what happens next."
And, with another gust of Winter wind, I knew he had left, leaving an out-of-the-ordinary-for-my-location thin border of frost on the window that he had previously been at (something I saw after turning around, knowing he had gone).
And that was the first time we actually communicated. :)