It was if it all came from some intrusive nightmare for him. Although he could not pinpoint exactly why, but on the morn of which he woke up, there was this awful feeling of melancholy. He could not make it out if any of this was real or not, however, there was an air of peace now over the Ghetto.

The humble abode was bustling with business, as it would be for him to be accustomed to. No doubt there was barely room for the slight worry in his mind whether this obvious fact was too good to be true before his eyes. Hannah remained next door as he would tend to his Barber shop.

It was the least he could do~ that was so for him to regain that feeling of normalcy. The daily lives of the denizens of the Tomanian Ghetto were ultimately peaceful ones, including him. Especially him... who was bragged all through out the tiny town that he was the only bachelor on the block.

A glorious red tail happened to soar overhead beneath the soft morning sunshine, as this sweet place began to wake along with it. She flew closely down towards the Barber and the marketplace and settled down atop the chimney. Things looked how they should given what she was told... This was no ordinary bird of prey.

The feathered spy was a witch, in hiding, however she was not the kind to just search about with a vow of revenge... Her intent was something entirely special, especially to the little man coming out to sweep about the door of his quaint little barbershop. The Barber was certainly curious. Thrown out for a loop for a moment for he had never seen a bird of such exquisite size. He naturally startled... Upon his word, she was beautiful...

'Surely, you wouldn't know me, sir~' she warbled along with her thoughts again as she quirked her head at him. She knew right then that she had located the right person; given for his striking emerald eyes, nearly whitening curled ebony hair and that single brush shaped mustache that had everyone fooled prior... Given that his exact appearance and voice were ultimately stolen without his knowing, well- no longer because there was an entirely different issue now.

It was one he was not aware of, currently... and alas, it had to stay that way for awhile...

Not a moment later, the red tailed hawk ruffled, as if happy to see him before she flew away over the rooftops!

Later on, there were two young women who eventually camped by a nearby road. One appeared to be tucking something away, which was long and heavy into a velveteen box before hiding it deep in her satchel. Her dirty brown hair was in a messy sort french braid that flung over her left shoulder like a rope. The other lass was a blonde, who preferred hers to be tied high into a bun. She looked flustered with her freckle speckled face a storm as she peered through the curtain and swept in to the caravan bed with her friend.

"He saw you." she interrogated, sounding throaty.

The brunette looked a bit aloof. "So…?" "We were specifically ordered to never be seen…"

"Yes, discreetly. There are a ton of other hawks around - ow!" she was trying to explain herself before she was hit in the face with a hair band. "What the hell, Shelly?"

Shelly now had her hair flown over her shoulders, fuming. "Anya, you know that little voice inside of us that tells us not to do stupid things? Guess what? You don't have one!"

Anya scoffed at this. "You specifically told me to fly there and check, and now you're freaking out, I mean what? Is it offensive to see a common bird now? I think he's had enough of that crap… The hawk here is as common as a chicken, Shelly~ We're fine!"

"Fine? And you made eye contact with him? Haven't you forgotten how paranoid these people are?"

"No! I'm just saying that it happens more often than you think… Just… breathe, all right? You're freaking me out… Perhaps it was a good idea to make me the spy. Anyway, I did what I was sent to do… He's safe and alive. Happy now?" Anya soured, and a bit hurt, went back to what she was doing, readying a corset. "He has those shining green eyes…"

"Be that as it may, An. We can't be that reckless and you know it. Suppose you get attached to the guy, and we fail…? What then?" Shelly took on a rather apologetic look in her eyes with that statement. Anya's eyes outright darkened.

At that, she looked back, going from hurt to angry. "Okay, that's where I draw the line." she replied, warningly pointing.

"I just… This is our first time warp, Anya… I just don't want you get hurt again."

"I am managing fine." the brown haired girl, rose up finally, intending to leave the caravan.

Going out in a huff, she hung the corset along the line, Anya just sat right then on a barrel, ruffling her hair in her hands. Right, why did she show herself to Charlot, when all along all they were entrusted with was the safety of the townsfolk, just until the impending danger was gone… and only then could they go home. Or so that was the plan… She expected to go back to work but deep down she didn't want to go back there, to those constant condescending remarks from the ringmaster that she has the easiest job of just becoming a bird, on and off; that was all she was good for… Half the reason why she joined this scandal was in a way, for her to escape… That was twisted, but honestly, could a modern feel a little selfish?

Observing from that roof, as a bird, sighting this individual, she felt a sense of something that she seemed to have lost years ago. She ruffled… which would only happen if she felt… safe.

Anya shook out of those thoughts, as the sun was rising high now and she could hear the sounds of the town begin to heighten more. Failure was not an option here, especially when time was involved. All these good people all wrapped up in a Confundus, it was not fair to say the very least. It was all for their protection, but in of itself, it was cruel.

The Barber in question was going about his normal routine, giving his neighbor, Mr Jeakel, his annual shave. Mr. Jeakel seemed like a stern, no nonsense sort, his old age prompting him to almost see the Barber as a son, in a way, ever since their return to the Ghetto. Even with so much seeming so fuzzy since then, their community had seemed to become tighter knit than ever. As he was all settled back up in the chair with the Barber beginning to neatly comb his balding hair, Jeakel noticed how quiet he was being.

"How have things been for you, Charlot?" Jeakel asked.

"Oh?" the Barber, Charlot lightly hummed, in an airy kind of voice. "So so. I've been feeling a little strange, lately." he sighed as he cleaned off the comb in the sink.

"Hm, you too, dear boy? Hannah has been worried for you, Charlot. As all of us."

"I am well, I only needed some time to think for a while… Forgive an old boor," he chuckled before taking the sheet swiftly off of Mr. Jeakel.

"It is none of your doing. We're all out of sorts, for some unknown reason." Jeakel was saying as he stood, lightly paying his ten cents that Charlot seemed to take at first.

"Oh. You keep it. I like your company," Charlot gave a neat smile. "It is payment enough."

Jeakel gave a tired, however proud smile. "You've changed, Charlot. Your eyes have been glued to the sky more than usual, as if you are aware of something, but you can't quite decipher it."

"Obvious…?" Charlot replied with a bashful chuckle. "Birds have been acting strange… Or one at least, that keeps eyeing me."

"A bird?"

"A hawk, I take it… A rather stunning thing, truly."

"Odd, because there has been a cat following me every morning. Very odd indeed…" Jeakel huffed as he took his cap from the hanger and looped his scarf around himself. "Well, for you, lad, I suggest you take the evening for yourself. I take it that you need it. Promise?"

Charlot's cheeks had gone red and sighed as he looked into the mirror whilst washing his razer.

"Oh, very well~ I promise."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the court between the Barber's and the Market, this spunky little brunette women was just about done with some laundry. Her mind has been on Charlot for some while or so, aware that he has had some kind of heartache, but truly believed that isolation was not the right answer. Today she had decided to go to him while she had the chance, as if Mrs. Shumoker would prod at her to do so enough. Perhaps only a walk about the block, just to mull over things, she had hoped.

Quiet, as soon as she was done with her chore, Hanneh brushed her apron off and washed her face clean in the basin, primping just a little bit. Checking her teeth, she spotted some spinach and swept it off with a towel, with some slight vigor. Soon, she felt decent and giddily went to the barber's side door and neatly knocked. At once, he looked to the door as he took put away a mug onto the shelf and there she was.

"Oh, good morning~" she shyly greeted. "I thought I'd check on ya. We've all been awfully quiet lately, wouldn't you say?"

"I should say we have." he smiled at her, with one curt bow. "How are you?"

He went easily to her and took her hands as she neatly planted a kiss to his cheek.

"Been keeping busy. It is always good to keep busy, but say~ I saw Jeakel leave here not long ago. What say you to us taking a walk later this evening? We could use the air,"

Purely, that warmed his heart to hear right there. "Hannah. That is the loveliest idea. I've been asleep for too long, it seems. I've missed our walks."

For a moment then, they just admired one another, looking into each other's eyes, lovingly, before she blushed and looked to the floor, shyly.

"I missed them too, very much, well… best to finish what we started, yes?"

"Oh yes!" he gleefully agreed.

"I'll see you in a couple hours~" she spoke before giddily shutting the door behind her, leaving him smiling.