As twilight blanketed the world, that was Heath's cue to begin the trek home. He called Sinclair down from his tree perch. The lazy mammal flicked his long tail as an indication that he had heard correctly before he made his witch wait 5 more minutes. The blonde leaned on the trunk and crossed his arms patiently at Sinclair soaked up the last of the Sun's rays. Without warning, he then free fell on Heath's head. Heath wished he was more used to that. He wasn't. The young man yelped loudly before clamping his mouth shut. He scowled and while Sinclair could not see he was sure the familiar was amused. He heard a few chitters but then nothing more as Sinclair took up his spot in Heath's hood. There he curled up and made no effort to walk for himself.

The blonde then began to make his way home, intent on going to bed at a normal person time and fall asleep. Even if it didn't work out in the end, he could at least console himself with the fact that he tried. "Maybe if you didn't drink so much coffee before bed you would actually sleep at a decent hour." Sinclair scolded, though it served more as a reminder to NOT drink 3 cups of coffee while getting ready for bed. “I don’t have any deadlines tonight, I won’t.” the witch returned with a small huff as he followed the winding paths among well-groomed shrubbery. He didn’t hear much besides the occasional bird chirp. The sun was so low, all the children had probably run back home by now. It was peaceful but eerie too.

His heart jumped as she sighted a stranger as he rounded a thick hedge, not really expecting anyone. He blamed it on being lost in his thoughts and slowed down so he wouldn’t have the same effect on them. Heath had fully intended on giving the person a large berth so he wouldn’t have to force passing chatter, but the closer he got the more he realized the person was stranger than he’d thought. The witch squinted at what appeared to be a blindfold tied around a young woman’s eyes. “Why…?” he breathed out as his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to think of a reason. Aw fuck. Now he was curious. He’d stay up all night wondering why exactly this random woman in the middle of the park was wearing a goddamn blindfold other than blindness. In a burst of utter lack of self-control, Heath tried to sneak up to the woman as quietly as he could and do what one always did around blind people: wave a hand in front of their faces.