I can sense when he’s around. Afoot, if you will. Except, I don’t really know that “afoot” is the right word. “Afoot” is what mice are, what Nancy Drew is when she’s got a hunch, whatever was rotten in the state of Denmark. Those peeps can be afoot.
Can a 6′ 5″ 300 lb. man be afoot? Because this man is so ginormous, the floor shakes when he walks past my office.
That’s how I know he’s afoot.
Or, shall we say, athunder?