It was around 10:30 p.m., nearly five hours after the final putt dropped at the 2015 Masters Tournament.
The sport's most famous stage returned to its usual peacefulness, patrons long gone, after thousands witnessed a 21-year-old wunderkind steal the show.
As silence enveloped the property, Jordan Spieth had finally finished for the night.
He'd completed every task a Masters champion had to do in the wake of victory: signed his scorecard; received the green jacket in the Butler Cabin ceremony; accepted the same jacket in a ceremony on the practice green; spoke to the media and attended a clubhouse dinner in his honor with Augusta National members.
Through it all, he'd barely had a moment to reflect on exactly what he'd just accomplished.
Still draped in the green jacket, Spieth climbed into the passenger seat of his courtesy car with his agent, Jay Danzi, behind the wheel.
As they drove toward the exit, he reveled in the moment.
"I rolled down the windows and just started screaming," Spieth recalls. "I just started letting it out. Everything just drained out of me as we left Magnolia Lane."
One scream led to another. Then another. And another.
[When] I go in the closet to grab something, I see the jacket or the garment bag that says, 'Masters Champion 2015,' and it's just like, 'That's mine. Oh, shoot, I've got to give that back. Oh, wait, let's try to get this back in our hands.'
If anyone was still around, they could've heard it from the clubhouse as he left, echoing through the loblolly pines, and floating into the nearby streets of Augusta. For the first time since tapping in a bogey putt to shoot 2-under 70 and win by 4 strokes, Spieth finally let everything sink in. He was the second-youngest golfer to win the Masters, in only his second try.
"I just started to get chills," he remembers. "I entered this with so much heightened emotion. I had entered this street earlier in the day and now I'm going back out the way I wanted to."