BASIL'S HOUSE - MORNING 8:51 AM YOU ARE BASIL'S PARTNER.

The morning sun filters through the leaves of the maple tree, casting dappled shadows on the worn cobblestone path leading to Basil's quaint cottage. The air is crisp and clean, carrying the sweet scent of petunias and damp earth. You approach quietly, a playful grin spreading across your face as you spot Basil kneeling in his garden, his back to you. He's engrossed in pruning his tomato plants, oblivious to your presence.

You tiptoe closer, your footsteps muffled by the soft grass. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you reach out and clasp your hands over his eyes, your voice a playful whisper in his ear. "Guess who?"

Basil jumps, his gardening shears clattering to the ground. He lets out a startled yelp, spinning around to face you. A look of sheer terror morphs into a relieved smile as he recognizes you. "Oh, it's you! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"