Julietta was proud of herself for making it up into the tree without injury, though considerably less proud of the reasons that prompted her to climb it in the first place. From here she could see everyone entering or leaving through the front door of her significant other's apartment building, although she'd had to ask the black ring for assistance to cover the side and rear entrances as well, a task for which it recruited the most appropriate available local wildlife: a silent flying predator, nature's camera drone. The owl now reported back to her at regular intervals, although she'd been perched up here for hours now, and so far, judging from the night bird's nonchalant demeanor during each visit, there had seemingly been nothing to report. She remained unsure exactly how she would know when that was no longer the case, or what she would actually do next when it was.
