Victor discarded the granola wrapper and yogurt container, and opened his window, making sure his door was locked before he shifted so nobody could see the opened window, at least from the inside. He shifted into his vulture form, which could barely fit into the frame of the window, before taking off, looping upwards towards the roof before rotating himself to the city's direction, which he presumed was southwest.
After a few minutes of flying near trees to avoid being spotted by any cameras, the vulture lifted himself up, carrying by the wind, moving him upwards, higher into the bright blue sky of the morning. He instantly lost himself in the blue void of the sky, the blur beneath him a flurry of green and brown, all racing to be the dominant hue in the vulture's vision.
As the first houses appeared before him, Victor slowed and rolled to the right, as that is where he remembered the elderly couple from his last visit lived, with the untidy lawn that had a sign that read "Help wanted".
Victor landed in a clearing half a mile away from the neighborhood, making sure no hunters, children, or forest people were around when he shifted. His mind, which had overlooked the forest as a blur of colors, picked up every minuscule detail of the house. It was an old-fashioned German house, with a deep brown wood, which had split and splintered at some parts with age. An old car, most likely at one point blood red and a car that turned heads was now a rusty brown. He noted the mailbox, a peculiar thing which stood out of the ground, shaped like what he presumed to be a chicken, his suspicions answered when he noticed the chickens in the backyard clucking in the tall grass. With a sigh, he entered the driveway, raking his hair to the side with his hands to appear more sophisticated, and rung on the doorbell. He didn't matter how long it took, but he was buying Lucy that necklace.