Enoch sat hunched over his wooden table in the basement surround by shelfs of organ filled mason jars along with an array of clay and mis-matching doll parts to whom he acquired from Olive, she always found it amazing when he brought her collection to life to indulge in her and Claire's tea parties when Bronwyn was doing chores and Miss Peregrine insisting he babysit.
'No doubt testing my endurance for socialising.' He scoffed at this thought, his dark brown eyes fixed on his creations when all of a sudden the main light source from the window just above the ground outside was blocked by figures. Enoch sighed in frustration and rubbed his fingers in a circular motion on his temples, sleep had not been easy in the resent months only making the dark circles around his eyes more prominent and his patience thin, giving him a more meaning atmosphere thinking he could use this to his advantage before pushing himself from the desk only to be rewarded with his spine cracking from the early morning hours spent hunched over 'perfect…' he marched towards the narrow window.
"Those idiots should know better not to block my light when I'm working, there better be a good rea-" cut off mid rant Enoch caught a glimpse of Emma and Millard's lower bodies with a new set of muddy feet quickly being ushered inside. 'Who in birds name have they got there?' Enoch's annoyance was quickly subsided by curiosity. Quickly he grabbed 3 small and completed homunculi, making his way up the creaky wooden steps he pressed on each of his figurines chest. Motionless figures slowly started to move their clay joints, being placed on top of the stairs Enoch instructed they where to keep and eye out for the mysterious visitor and inform him with a quick salute his undercover informants where off. Pressed up his back against the stone wall Enoch felt his chest tighten, his heart racing 'Could this be…' Closing his eyes he pushing his thought to the back of his mind and allowed his senses to immerse him and channel his homunculi.
- Front Hallway - Emma is pressed up against Miss Peregrine's office door giving Bronwyn a look of annoyance while rolling her eyes as if she had told eavesdropping is going to get her in trouble. Bronwyn mumbles something about finding her little doll and magpie whilst Millard is heading towards the library looking through that stupid black book of his, muttering about a interesting turn of events.
- Garden - Fiona and Hugh are whispering amongst the flowerbeds as Fiona creates a small daisy tower only to be admired by Hugh's beloved bees, Olive and Claire are sitting playing with their dolls hoping Miss Peregrine will make Enoch play with them again and Horace is sat under a tree with a book in the shade on a picnic blanket 'no doubt to avoid grass staines'
- Kitchen - No one. Empty. Just the rustic large room with oak surfaces coved with containers for tea and coffee, cooking books the cream cupboards filled with various food and stoves with pots and pans hanging from hooks on the tiled wall.
Suddenly Enoch's concentration was disrupted by a loud grumble, opening his eyes he realised it was him, he'd completely missed breakfast this morning.
"Well since its clear, may as well get myself a slice of bread and butter. Bird can't stop me if she's occupied" talking to himself as moved towards to kitchen, luckily the basement was close enough to avoid both the entrances to the front hallway and garden if he was lucky he could make it there and back without being seen. He must have been longer than he thought lingering in the kitchen as he heard Miss Peregrine coming out of her office, quickly checking via his homunculi he was right and just saw Emma running up the stairs no doubt to her room. 'Great.' With the slice of buttered bread hanging from his mouth Enoch slowly backed out of the kitchen just in time to see Miss Peregrine walk past the window making one of her gestures towards what he could make out as a back of a boys head.
"11 o'clock and already this day has been full of surprises" piped Millard waving his book excitedly. Startled Enoch almost chocked on the bread causing a fit of coughs to emerge.
"You little creep, what have a told you about walking around here stark naked?!" voice raised and clearly aggravated Enoch's eye darted to locate the invisible boy.
"Geez sorry Enoch, just thought you might like to hear the exciting news" Millard's voice was happy laced with energy no doubt from the change of repetition from the protection of the daily loop.
"Put a sock in it will you Millard. I couldn't be more bothered with your gossip, now get lost I'm going back downstairs" Enoch snapped hoping it was enough to intimidate the poor boy, his accent thickening due to annoyance, truth be told he was deadly curious as to who the new visitor was but he really didn't want to be catch in the crowd of ohs and ahs. It worked though as he heard Millard gulp and scurried towards the garden where the rest of the peculiar family where located. Taking a bite a his bread Enoch felt a little tug at his slightly oversized knitted brown jumper. It was two of his creations, a slight smile shown through his tired eyes, Enoch picked them up wondering where the third had wondered off to while pressing his fingers to their chests to which both clay figures stiffened and remained motionless. "Good job men." Placing them in his pocket Enoch made his way down to the basement, bread still hanging from his mouth.
30 minutes past and the golden silence that eased his headache was disrupted by the creaking of the wooden stairs.
Enoch's quickly open his eyes, first thing that he saw hopping down the stairs was his renegade figure motioning for someone to follow.
'Shit…' His curiosity must have been stronger than he thought and that's when he heard the american's voice.
"What's so special about the basement little guy?"