gather and leave

"Sandy, go find some bags, boxes, or things to carry this stuff in," I said.

"OK." She went off.

"What are you doing?" asked Blake.

"This stuff is real and can be dangerous, and I don't want to leave it here for some teenage homeless junkie to find while he's looking for a place to crash and shoot up, so let's take as much stuff as possible and get out before we're caught.

Sandy came back with three empty cardboard boxes. We loaded them up with vials and bottles of all the potions and powders we could find, a strange looking pocket watch hidden inside a small velvet bag, some black and red candles, a wand, a pair of old handcuffs, and some books. We then high-tailed it out of there back to Sandy's place which was the closest.

"I'm done for the night," said Blake. "I'm going home. I'll call you in the morning. Don't summon a demon or blow up the city." He left, leaving me, and a totally obedient Sandy alone with our finds.