Central Park may not have been as impressive as the Alternian forest that Terezi grew up in, but she had still enjoyed spending time there. Trees made her think of home.

That sentiment explained the melancholy look on her face as she navigated a particular section of downed trees with her cane, using it to identify which pieces needed moving away from the walking path she was following. Clean up duty was lame and kind of depressing, but at least it was something to do.