After giving the intimidating wraith time to dissipate into the studio, Sidney walked close to his father's legs, nearly tripping the slightly portly gentleman up more than once. Dark blue glanced down to a small, brushed and tame mop of sandy brown hair orbiting his left leg with a single and uncomplicated intent. Remain near his father until he was convinced to latch onto someone else.

Right now, striding with curbed steps so the small child could stay to his left, Henry wished Wally hadn't put a damper upon Joey's mood. If the perfectionist had been in a much better mood, the introduction of the others here would go along much smoother than it was bound too now.

Some of the people didn't bother him for they would have no trouble with becoming accustomed with a temporary figure bunking with them for a few weeks.

And then there was Norman and Wally.

Norman, the man whose job was the care and instruction of the band, disliked 'ankle-biters', after an incident where he allegedly witnessed and felt his ankle transform from a vital body part to the worthless chew toy of a 'rabid, man eating' child.

And Wally... What redeeming qualities did he possess? Well... He somehow completed his janitorial work to a decent standard and wormed his way through the ten foot thick barrier Joey built between himself and outsiders to his select circle. Which included Henry, Sidney, Norman, Wally (how?), Susie and Sammy.

Speaking of the Music Director, hidden away in his room again, spread across his desk with various papers holding whatever information he needed, out of sight and best to be saved for last. He was the furthest away anyway.

"Mornin' Henry,"

Wally intoned solemnly, totally missing the child next to the regular occupant of this structure. Judging from the bedraggled expression printed on the man's face, Joey's quick temper blew up into a table-flipping wildfire again.

"Watch yourself Wally. If Joey or Sammy catch you slacking..."

The older man's face went from an average looking face to the sourest grimace in history when Sammy was mentioned. Being common knowledge, the war between Sammy and Wally was often the reason Sammy remained in his office and Wally begged for everyone to keep the missing keys a secret. Even with all of this publicity however, no one had even an inkling of how it had started or when the older man had begun to feel intimidated by his junior.

"Please don' mention him in fron' o' me... Who's this?"

Glimmering brown eyes trailed down to where Henry had an attachment, a slight smile ripening his shaved face. Sidney shifted behind Henry, one of the shyest children within the city. But, when he became comfortable with people, he was one of the most confident well behaved as well. Many thanks to Joey for that particular set of lessons.

"This is my son, Sidney. Sidney, this is the janitor, Wally."

Short and sweet, an ample introduction as Sidney usually remembered something of a person to be able to identify them, even if it wasn't their name. He would most likely remember the accent, seeing as Wally's was a Brooklyn one in origin.

"Hey, Sid'ey."

"... Hello, Mr Wally."

This formal answer tickled a good natured chuckle from the other man, who then gently corrected Sidney to just call him Wally.

Henry held his son's hand, legs clicking into first gear. However, before his brain applied pressure to the accelerator, Wally refused the clear passage needed.

"Watch yaself aroun' Sammy, both o' ya. He's been givin' me tha creeps recen'ly..."

"Why?"

"B-"

"You are not slacking when there is another burst in the pipes, Wally."

Relief filled Henry's mind, for the owner had just saved him from another of Wally's demonic possession conspiracies centred around the Music Director. He was just a bit off, that's all. Wally was just a paranoid older man... Right?

Sighing at becoming a doubter himself, the man just reassured a shaken Sidney that nothing was wrong with Sammy and that it was just Wally having a rampant imagination.

As imagined, Norman barely veiled his dislike of children, even when the small child took a liking to him (somehow) and even wanted to sit with him to listen to the band perform. Eventually, the band played one song in exchange for the child leaving to they could work on the next one.

And now, after meeting Susie and nearly being adopted by the woman because of his cuteness, they were stood outside of the office of Sammy Lawrence. Inside, he could be heard humming along to a song, the scratching of his trusty pen grating on Henry's pencil-loving hands.

Before speaking, Henry checked the area to make sure Joey wouldn't hear him abbreviate his words.

"Sammy? You aren't too busy are you?"

There was few seconds of silence before the door opened, Sammy calmly settled in the open doorway. Black hair - even darker than Joey's, which made Henry pretty sure Joey did something to his hair as Sammy exhibited natural black hair, shine and all - was mostly styled back, apart from some strands on the left side of his forehead, the bangs dangling across the top of his eyebrow and dancing with each other with each movement which jostled them.

"Not really. I have very little to finish right now."

Extremely luscious blue, almost grey, eyes watched Henry before they flickered down to the moving bump beside him.

Sammy's heart seemed to skip a beat as his pupils dilated almost imperceptibly.

'Such a little lamb is rare, my Lord. Such a lamb is worthy of you.'