"Alright," Mob's dad called lazily from the living room, but after a moment, Mob was able to hear the gentle thump of his father's walking.

A friend, Mob thought. Were they that already? He gave it a thought. Probably so, though most people didn't make friends with someone after what happened the first time they met one another. It didn't bother Mob to be abnormal about it, though. Most people seemed to think he was abnormal.

"Is dinner ready yet? If it's not, I think we'll go up to my room."