He'd been on sabbatical from Mapple College for about a year and was living in relative hermitage in his small mid-century modern home at the end of Call Ct. The place was probably about 875sq feet and featured built-ins, dutch furnishings, and lots of windows. Through the overgrowth in his backyard you could see down the slope and into the clearing that hosts the well. It's not really on his property but you kind of have cut through his lot to get to it. The rustling outside pulled him away from his work, a new translation of Finnegans Wake into Vietnamese.
Dr. Fear's mostly brown but grey streaked bangs flopped to one side of his torsoise shell horned rimmed glasses and partially obscured his vision as he looked down over Flora, Guy, and Gary the litte unicorn. He buttoned the top button of his Pendleton. It was too big and made him look even more gangly than he already was. He said three words to them
"Oh, it's you."