It was still early in the evening when he woke. Peeking through half opened eyes at the clock beside him, he grumbled and shut them wishing it said a later number. The sun would still be up, though barely, and bright, fiery orange in the sky. He only knew it looked like that from the movies he'd watched. It would turn redder and redder, until shades of purple crept in and then the sky would turn black with the stars and the moon to illuminate the world. Rather poetic, but in the summer that could takes hours. Hours he didn't want to spend awake in his little basement bunker; not with the stifling heat despite the air conditioning.<br/><br/>He waited a while longer before kicking the thin sheets off and sitting up. He wondered how he managed to stay asleep in the heat of summer. When he was sure the sun the was gone enough to be stopped by the curtains of the upper floors, he grabbed a change of clothes and hopped into the shower to wash away any smell of sweat. He vowed to go somewhere colder after this, much colder and less people with less smog and air pollution. He put on his clothes, jeans and a black simple t-shirt. Nothing fancy, not tonight. He didn't want to stick out too much and become an easy target for his huntress. He left his long hair loose on his shoulders.<br/><br/>Rather than going out the front door and using his car to get there, he stepped into the backyard, surrounded by large willow trees and a high fence. No one could see him, not unless they were trying. He changed into a small swarm of bats and flew as close to the park as he dared, turning back to himself in the shade of a group of trees near the jogging trail around the park. He stepped out, brushing leafs and branches off his pants. There was no one in sight on the trail, good for him as he made his way to the fountain. He plucked a white rose from a bush on his way there. There was a bit of a crowd, mostly teenaged kids with nothing more to do than hang around the parks. With no empty benches he settled for sitting on the stone stairway that lead up to a band stand, he had a perfect view of the fountain and the roses with his eyes on the nearest entrance.