"Take good care of her."
"I promise I will."
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Will stepped in the door and sat the bag of groceries on the table. "Guys, I'm home!"
"About time..." Puck said, assisting him in putting the groceries away.
Will shut the pantry door before searching for the rest of his kids. All he found was Artie, who had parked his chair by the family roo door.
"You can't go in," Artie said, "because I'm blocking the door."
Will asked, "Can you please move?"
"No, because I need to block the door."
"Why do you need to block the door? Are you avoiding me form going in, or someone from coming out...?"
"You from going in."
"Why can't I go in?"
"Because."
"Why, Artie?"
"Uh..."
"Can I please go in the family room?"
"No."
Will ran a hand through his hair. He was getting pissed off, but he would remain calm. Besides, the kids were recovering from trauma. He wouldn't blame them for their strange behavior, since it was mandatory for their own goods.
Emma looked at her son as he picked at his salad, and asked, "Rory, are you okay?"
"Grand."
"Aren't you going to eat?"
He shrugged.
"I don't like seeing you not eat. Eat at least a few bites, for Mum."
He did as he was told, before Emma answered the knock on the door.
"Hello," a man greeted her, "I have recently received a complaint stating that your residence is unstable."
"What do you mean?"
"Unstable as in comtamination of germs, and as in infested with rats, termites, and other disturbances."
"My home is very, very clean. I assure you that there is nothing out of order."
"So that's how you want to play it, huh?"
Rory spoke up, "Our home is-"
"Rory, honey," Emma said, "don't worry, I'll deal with this. Just eat."
The man said, "You must pay heavy fines."
"I-I-I don't... um, don't... uh, have that kind of money."
"Well, in that case... Be out of this apartment in three days."
