Chatterbox: Inkwell

SCENE STORY!!! 

So the idea is my sister (CaptainRead) and I make up a scene and you the reader make up a story from it. You can write the story in comments here and anyone can add to it wherever they want. Depending on how long the story is this thread will either become one long story, or it can be one where people drop off random scenes and other people will add to them.

Me: “No not you, admins, the other chatterboxers!”

Admins (what I think you might say?): “Why not? We are just as entitled as
you kids!”

Me: “Well, I don't make the rules, The Most High Editor does.”

Admins (?): “How do you know one of us is not The Most High Editor?”

Me: “Because if you were The Most High Editor you wouldn't be arguing.”

Admins (?): “Good point.”  

Sorry for the segue, now for the scene...

It was a darkish, misty day, with tendrils of fog creeping into the strangest places and sitting in them like contented cats. There was one such tendril of fog stretching itself out along the dark brim of an old dented bowler hat, worn by a tall man with an old-fashioned ponytail and a scar on his chin. The fog-cat could hear the man muttering “This time, this time I will not fail, this time, everything shall be restored to what it once was.” What a mysterious utterance that was, thought the fog-cat lazily, in the manner all cats have of not seeming to care very much even when their curiosity has been peaked. The tall man was striding quickly towards a huge wrought iron gate – wreathed with many of the fog-cat's brothers and sisters – and as he neared it his pace slowed, and he slipped through the small space between the two gates quite hesitantly, as though worried that he would be accosted by some mean old gatekeeper. The gatekeeper, who may or may not have existed, did not, however, appear, and the mysterious man stared uninterrupted across the long lawn and old-fashioned drive at a huge mansion with an abandoned feel and only one lighted window, which was on the second floor. The fog-cat stared at the house apprehensively, thinking that it could have belonged in a haunted house exhibition, and quickly made the wise decision to abandon the somewhat comfortable bowler hat rim and
head back to the gate to play hide-and-seek with its numerous relatives.

P.S. (from CaptainReed) This was John's idea (both the scene and the game) and he wrote all of it except the actual scene, which is in my own words.

P.P.S. Have Fun with this!