"Weeee...! Look at me, I'm on a trampoline!" Lazeer said after leaving the house, then going into the backyard.

Some of them cringed while watching their brother move around in the yard, which was already too saturated but looked to be getting ready for a few move buckets to be thrown on it. With each step that their brother, who weighed a good, hundred and eighty-one pounds, took, the ground plumed around him; with all the moisture being under it, and their brother's weight being on it, it looked like a balloon that was about to pop. Despite this, it didn't take long for the ones who didn't cringe to move towards the yard; while Bile was smart in using his Elemental Water powers to drain an area to step on, so he wouldn't drop but so far when he stepped on it, Hazaar gained an idea. Unlike Guyunis, who was using a form of his Elemental Fire powers to cause some of the moisture in the area where he wanted to step on to evaporate, Hazaar ran then threw himself at the ground.

In an instant, Bile's decision to stay dry was removed from his control. Right after Hazaar collided with the ground, a wave of water and mud rose around him then flew out to the side. Bile was bathed from head to foot in no time; even though he stood where he was in a daze, he didn't do so for long. Seeing as he could no longer be dry and clean, Bile turned then imitated Hazaar's move; Guyunis smiled broadly then did the same, while Lazeer continued to do as he was and he and Eshal stood on the concrete slab.

"Uh, think I'll go back in. Enjoy the mud, and getting filthy." Eshal said in a voice that they all heard. Before any mud, or water, could be thrown at her, she turned then went inside.

While their sister went in, he paced the concrete strip before, finally, plucking the courage to step out on what his brothers were playing with. Bile was using his powers to throw mud bombs at Guyunis; Hazaar was trying his best to use the ground before the Guayacan trees as a slip 'n' slide; and Lazeer was jumping up and down, and doing his best to make the ground around him cave in. Surprisingly, his brothers weren't the only ones using the too-saturated ground as a play-thing—Jolanka Carver, and Petra and Sarah Klied were using it too. While Jolanka was doing as Hazaar was in using the ground as a slip 'n' slide, she had a board under her. Petra Klied was, surprisingly, wearing a swinsuit and catching some "rays" while her sister was simply chasing after the dog that her family owned. From what he could tell, there were others in the neighborhood that were doing the same in using the opportunity to come out and have some fun—from the mid-morning of October 31 to today, a consistent "drizzle" fell; the sun, on occasion, would come out for short periods but it had no effect on the groundwater. With the neighborhood being abuzz in excitement, and he and his siblings being able to hear it for the last half-hour, it was hard to not come outside or get rid of the feeling of being cooped up.

"Yeah, I suppose so. Just do something before you come in—the last your mother, and I, want is for the house to get all messed up from the mud you guys bring in." their father said after Hazaar swallowed his pride then asked if they could go outside.

About seventy-five percent of the damages made by the tornado was cleaned up. While they found a little more cash lying here and there during their time in checking out the areas where the damage was made, they found no more after October 31 came around. He and his brothers, between October 28 and 31, spent what they found; Bile and he pooled what they found to get Guyunis some more games for his virtual reality game system while Hazaar and Lazeer decided to get the controllers that went with them games before using the rest on some models. Guyunis, while wanting to use what he found on games for his system, decided to use it on something else. On the twenty-ninth and thirtieth, he and Giovanni spent some time in checking out the scarred terrain that spanned between the Rhine and Ottersdorf before going to see some movies; of the five of them, only he had some of what he found on him. Naturally, after the bills were paid and the pantry was full of enough that'd get them by until November 17 came around, they were given their allowances after the current month started.

Eshal, instead of pooling her money with one or more of them to get Guyunis something, or using it on models or movie tickets, went shopping on the thirtieth. All of what she found was spent in the town's community center; when she came home, she didn't waste a second in sending it all to the mansion on Moas.

With their moving here in the next two weeks, they decided to be free in using the Unlimited spell on their allowances. He also decided to give his brothers €200 to use with what they were given by their mother. They got enough cigarettes, or, in Bile's case, pot, to last them a few months then they started shopping for models and other things that'd keep them busy during the times when they were blue after the move was made. Naturally, since they weren't sure on whether they'd be allowed to come to Earth after moving to Moas or not, they used a spell on their smokes to make it so they didn't grow stale or lose quantity as they smoked them—since their father wanted them to quit, they were going to be smart in keeping what they had stashed from him. Their father, while not knowing about the spell on the smokes being done, or what they were to do with them, spoke none on what they spent that month; he seemed to be all for their bringing home them models and other things that they purchased, and in their having them. He did search their purchases for anything that he deemed as "contraband"; when he found nothing of what he was looking for, he nodded his head then went to answer his cellular, which was going off a lot lately.

"I better not." Lhaklar said after his feet came close to sliding out from under him. With his arm still being broken, and in a splint, he didn't need to be falling; his arm needed to heal and, for that to happen, he needed to stay clear of any boisterous activities where slipping, sliding, or falls took place.

While his brothers goofed off with the saturated ground, he turned then went back to the house. Before entering, he stopped to remove his shoes—his going ten feet from the concrete slab caused them to be quite muddy. Once his shoes were off, then placed by the door, he went in; his uncle, he saw, was seated at the table. Along with turning to see who just came in, he acknowledged him. Efagti seemed to of come off whatever he was using or feeling because, since the mid-morning of October 28 came to a close, he seemed to be a more pleasant man to hang around with. Guyunis, though still wary of him, was letting him come to within a few feet of him, and be around his cat; with the way Efagti was acting around him, they guessed it'd be a little while longer before the two were cool with one another.

His uncle, along with wearing a green formal shirt, brown corduory pants, brown socks, and dark brown leather shoes, was using the thing that he called a computer. The man used the thing whenever he wanted to hear or speak with his younger brother, who was either a techno geek or only used a computer to communicate with people who lived far from him. This computer was both slim and a faint blue color; the keyboard lit up a white color when it was on and being used, while the monitor was either dark blue or black. Efagti had let Lazeer use the thing a few days ago. When conversation started on it between the two, the man just opened it then let Lazeer use it; he didn't know who it was that his brother spoke to but he had a distinct feeling that he wasn't related—he couldn't remember anyone in the Ubalki or Surfeit families having the name of Crusoom. Lazeer used the thing for just ten minutes before getting up then excusing himself. While being interested in technology, and mechanical things, he wasn't all that into computers.

The click and clang of pots and pans being returned to their cabinets was faint, but audible, when he entered the house. Once he heard these sounds, he turned to see who was making them. He was surprised when he saw that it was his father who was in the kitchen, and putting things away. Seeing as the man wasn't on his phone, and looked to be bored with what he was doing, he went over to speak and help him.

"Surprised that you're not doing the same as them." his father said before he could speak to him.

"With my arm being the way it is, I can't get too involved." Lhaklar replied.

"Didn't seem to stop you from doing as you did for the last six months."

"True." Lhaklar took the pot that his father was reaching for then did the honor of putting it up. His father, he found, didn't like his doing this; he stopped him from doing as he was then took the pot from him.

"What'd I tell you about taking things that your elders are reaching for? This makes the fourth time in three days that—" his father started to chide him.

"Sorry. Just trying t—" Lhaklar apologized, then started to speak in his own defense.

"Helping another doesn't mean that you can be rude, son." his father said. The man barred him from touching anymore of the pots, pans, or other items that were in the dish drain. "Interrupting your elders is also rude, and I've spoke to you on your doing that as well."

"Take it that you interrupting me isn't rude too?" Lhaklar thought. Seeing as he wasn't welcomed where he was, and that his help wasn't wanted, he went to get a drink from the fridge. Once the drink was in his hand, he stood up then closed the fridge; he found that his father was both done in putting the dishes up and looking at him after he did so. "Dad?"

"You make a decision on what you're going to do with the money that you have?" the man asked him.

Ever since the twenty-fifth of October began, his father seemed to be gunning for him, his job, and paycheck. With his working the club for the last thirty-six days, and finding himself as not having to give most of his paycheck to his mother for the bills and pantry purchases, his envelope was next to bursting. Yesterday, when he was out spending his allowance, and the €200 that he also gave to himself to use with it, he decided to buy a small safe-like piggy bank to put all of what he had in; while moving his money to that safe, he counted it. As expected, his father was at his elbow all while he did it. As a whole, he had a little under €7000 to his name—a lot for one of his age, and a surprise to him and his father. While he wanted to believe that his father was going to let him keep it, and use it when he decided to do so, there was something in his eyes that told him trouble was brewing.

While he'd like to keep his money, then convert it to Moas dollars after the move was made, then use it after getting settled, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be allowed to. Knowing his father, he might take it then set it to the side for a probable school fund or something—he had no interest in continuing with his education but his father might try something in getting him to do so just to ensure that one of his sons wasn't a complete failure.

"No," he answered.

"Take it that you're just going to convert it when we get to Moas then sit on it for a while?" his father asked.

"No."

"What're you planning on using it on?"

"Stuff like what I use my allowance on."

"Going to restrict yourself to how much you spend, or are you planning to use it all at once?"

"Use it over a span of time. Not at once—I'm not spoiled, or uneducated in how to spend money."

In the hours that waned between 10 A.M. and 1 P.M., they knew something happened between Lhaklar and the man who was their mutter's husband. The man looked upset when they returned to the house, and Lhaklar didn't leave the living room couch or even put on a front on how mature he was in going into the house over staying outside and getting dirty after seeing them in the dining room. While their mutter's husband moved around, and stayed quiet towards everyone, they cleaned themselves up; after doing this, they picked a place to sit. From 1 P.M. to just before their mutter came in from work, they either read a book, magazine, or started building one of the models that they bought. Eshal decided to close her room's door then play some music. The man who was their mutter's bruder-in-law watched some tv; like their mutter's husband, he was quiet in the span of time between their coming in from being outside and their mutter's homecoming.

After their mutter came home, and they did their usual in greeting her, they started moving around more freely. Seeing as something was up between two of the house's people, he decided to venture up to the girlie who was his sister's room and then question her on whether she knew what it was or not. Seeing as this was the first time that he was going into her room, he told himself to expect to see nothing but girlie stuff, or stuff that'd make him feel uncomfortable; when he entered the room, which he found to be mostly empty of everything but the furniture and two animals that Eshal called her pets, he saw that it did have a feminine feeling to it. Eshal, instead of shooing him out of her space, or throwing the door in his face after answering it then seeing him as being on its other side, pulled him in then practically led him to her bed—with the event of Petra Klied insulting, and then making him feel a bit on the uncomfortable side that morning being done, he felt awkward when she did this.

"Qui-k-t leading me around!" Guyunis showed how he felt by stopping then tearing his arm from the one who had it. "I'm no-k-t your boyfriend, or am plannin-k-g on being one."

"Ick! You can leave now." Eshal, while serious in being disgusted in what she just heard, decided to be a bit playful in her wording. "You're attractive, but not to me."

"I'll make a memo of tha-k-t."

"You know you're taller than my grandfather, right? He's six-three exactly, while you're a half-inch t—"

"Yeah, so." Guyunis didn't much want to speak of the brother who had the same sire as he. Seeing as how he acted on the seventeenth of April, he'd rather not hear or see of him again; the same went with his wife, who he still thought of as a bitch.

"With your father having two sons, you're the taller of the two." Eshal said. She walked around him, which only increased his feeling of being awkward. "He's six-six, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. He's a gian-k-t, and pu-k-t all them marks on my back plus back-slammed me and put all them other injuries on me." Guyunis said. He sniffed while going to where the window was. "He's no fader of mine."

"I'm sure he's sorry for doing that." Eshal said. She went towards Guyunis, then did her best to place her hand on his shoulder; with his being taller than her by ten and a half inches, she fell a bit short in being able to do so. "He's not all that bad a man. Comparing him to my grandfather, he's right nice."

"You weren-k-t there to see how he was when he found tha-k-t I was his son, so you don-k-t know how he feels about me." Guyunis said. "He was right mean, and said I needed to have my name changed, and then be returned to the orphanage."

"He did?"

Her parents, just after she was gotten straight on what she was doing in the house, and to her brothers, had told her this boy's history, but nothing of what happened between him and his actual father was spoken of. She had a hard time in accepting her great-grandfather, who she commonly called Grampy, and looked up to and respected greatly, as being one who'd denounce a child who was shown on paper as his; after Guyunis spoke of what all he endured, and witnessed, on the seventeenth of April, she had to believe him.

With her father using his cellular a lot lately, she knew he was talking to the various members in their family. Was Guyunis's father one of the people who he was speaking to? Was her Grampy being apologetic towards his actions with Guyunis, or curious of him? With the way her father's cellular was going off these days, she wanted to believe that both were happening and that, when the move was made, he'd make visits to see and get to know him.

Even though she had lived under the same roof as Guyunis for the last six and a half months, she hadn't taken any looks or gotten to know him real good. As much as it pained her, she was still in the dark on who he was; while she knew some things on the rest of her brothers, she was the same with them. She decided to change that now—she wasn't a bad sister, or a sister who tried her best to get her siblings in trouble, or look for ways to make them feel low; while there were moments where she felt a need to be her age, and pester the ones who were related to her, she liked to be mature and polite. After deciding to change how much she knew on this brother of hers, she stepped back then took him in.

"Well... he's better built that Granddaddy Duru, but not as well-built as Grampy Shaam." Eshal thought after taking in the well-muscled arms, and upper torso, of the boy before her. When she looked down, she saw he had inherited his sire's waist; with the way his legs were muscled, he looked to of inherited his father's legs too.

It was easy to see how he came to be mistaken as a man. Like Bile, who was carrying what most in her family called Man's Muscle, he had a lot of muscle on him that made him look like a man. With the way his history was, she had a feeling that it all came from his being forced into doing manual and house labor for the ones who had him before their mother adopted him—while Bile seemed to of gained his muscle by normal means with working out with various things, it seemed very right for this brother of hers to of gained the muscle that he had through this means. His face did seem to show the signs of experience despite still being teenage-like in origin and, despite his being a bit wary of others, he did have an adult-like step to him.

"His hair frames him well, but still gives him an adolescent l—" Eshal started to think.

"Wha-k-t are you looking at?" Guyunis belted. He had noticed her checking him over, which had only elevated how awkward he felt.

"Nothing. Uh, just your back—to see if its healed up yet or not." Eshal returned quickly.

"You know i-k-t hasn't." Guyunis said. Seeing as he best do it now instead of later, he decided to go on and ask what he wanted to know. "You know what happened between your fader and my bruder?"

"Father, not fodder, and, yes, I know what happened." Eshal replied. "My dad was talking to Lhaklar about the money he has, and Lhaklar came back with being a smart aleck. He's grounded until the end of the weekend."

"Tha-k-t's it? Think your fader needs to loosen up—Lhaklar's annoying-k sometimes but he doesn't mean wha-k-t he says or does. He jus-k-t likes to—"

"Be the one who thinks he knows it all." Eshal interrupted Guyunis.

"No. With his being-k the most ma-k-ture of us—"

"Take it you know how he's getting as much money as he does?" Eshal, again, interrupted Guyunis. Guyunis was fast in turning to look at her, and express his disgust in being interrupted. She smiled at him, then went on in saying what she wanted to get out. "I doubt if he's making what he says he does at the Shoe Bot, or that he's working there. According to my daddy, he'd be putting much less in his savings if he was."

"You and your fader need to stop being-k so suspicious of others. Lhaklar's been working the Shoe Bot since Au-k-gust of last year, and he's go-k-t a good posi-k-tion there that brings him wha-k-t he does."

"Yet, in a month and six days time, he has nearly seven thousand dollars to his name? I doubt it." Eshal sniffed, then went to her bed.

Guyunis, seeing as he had his answer on what was going on between the two who he was curious about, nodded his head then went to leave the room. Before exiting, he stopped to scoop up his cat, who was just walking in. While true, he knew that Lhaklar wasn't working where he said he was, or bringing in what he claimed to be getting, he didn't want to spill it or get his bruder in anymore trouble. Unlike Eshal, who he thought was a typical sister who'd run her mouth the second she learned something on one of her siblings, then get that sibling in trouble, he wasn't one to speak of the things that he promised to keep to himself. Like his bruders, he could be trusted to keep a secret; nothing, not even a highly suspicious man who thought he could waltz in then start acting like everyone's datty, could get him to talk of what he knew. Following the conversation that he just had with Eshal, he made a mental note to watch her—though acting different to how she was in June and July, he still thought she was someone to not trust as far as one could spit.

In the hours that lapsed between 3:55 and suppertime, he learned what was in "store" for Lhaklar. Lhaklar was, indeed, grounded but, instead of it being given in the sense that he was use to, it was given in a different one. Like with the "punishment" that he was given last month, Lhaklar was told to plant it somewhere and not do a thing. He was to do this until November 7 came around, then he was free to do as he wished. Their mutter, instead of doing as she did with him in getting the man who she was married to to drop the time that he was to be in the hole, didn't go to his aid.

He learned something during his time in the hole. The man who his beloved mutter was married to was cruel in his thinking of punishment-giving. Unlike their mutter, who liked to make them work until the day of when they were released from their given punishment, the man who she was married to liked to make them sit and then be bored all while they were being punished for something. The ones who weren't being punished were allowed to go and do as they wanted while the one who was being punished was forced to watch them as they went and did as they did. While his mutter rescued him from the man's brand of cruelty in wanting him to be grounded until the move to Moas was made, she wasn't able to get him to drop his given punishment completely or even give him a task or something to do while he was being punished. Even though he was punished on the days when his bruders went out to survey the damage made by the tornado, and collect what they could of the money that use to be in that bank, he went out with them—his mutter's husband let him, but he confiscated all of what he found and then said he could have it back when the first of the month rolled in; if not for Lazeer, he wouldn't of been able to get that money back, or spend it on what he did. He, GuyunisVile Lytro Surfeit, took advantage of the man when he was in the "Son Cave" to go out and make his purchases and spend time with his friend—while Mr. Ubalki knew of this, it looked like he hadn't spoken on it to anyone. On the times where he wasn't able to sneak out of the house, he did as the man said for him to in planting somewhere.

"Hey," Guyunis said to a couch-bound Lhaklar, who turned to look at him immediately after hearing his voice. "take this then hide it."

While Bile was painting some of his new model, and Hazaar was listening to some music, and Lazeer was reading one of his November-issue magazines, he had one of his Ripley's Believe It Or Not books before him. He used the book to obscure his action of giving Lhaklar some gum, and then a brocher of what was expected to play in the Elchesheim-Illingen movie theater. Lhaklar slipped both into his sock, then gave his eye a wink; even though their brothers knew of what he did, they spoke none of what they saw or heard. Following his giving his brother what he did, he dropped the book that he had in his hand then gave Sabine a pet; while petting his cat, he looked at Bile's model. Seeing as things were a bit too quiet in the room, he decided to speak on what he was seeing.

"How're you going-k to paint the panty-hose on her?"

"I'm not. I bought some of that clear-drying glue, and then a pair of panty-hose, yesterday—she's going to have real 'hose on her, Bro." Bile replied without looking up.

"Ahhhh! Mouse! A mouse! Go-k-t to ge-k-t up on a chair and do my dance!" Lazeer snickered at Guyunis's words, which described Bile's model perfectly.

"I want the model you bought a few days ago, Bile. The one of Taarna riding her beast." Hazaar said.

"Get a ticket then get in line—it's not for sale." Bile said.

"Who said I was to get it by buying it from you." Hazaar got an evil look on his face. "I have ways of getting in your room, and stealing certain things that you own."

"I'll remember to turn my security system on tonight."

"Why're you going after the Taarna model when he has Miss. Blow-Up Doll in his closet?" Lazeer asked. "Seems like that'd be the better thing to go after if you're looking to steal something from him."

"True." Hazaar said.

"Betty's under heavy guard, so he won't be able to get her." Bile said quickly.

"Really? If that's true then why's she in my room?" Guyunis asked. Bile looked at him; he replied by smiling. "Slipped her from your close-k-t last night. Been havin' my fun with her ever since."

"You best be joking." Bile said.

Everyone in the house knew what was being referenced. Earlier that year, Bile found a blow-up doll in Durmersheim's dump; instead of discarding her, he brought her home then dressed her up. On the days where they needed a laugh, he brought her down then propped her up to give their mother, and sister, a scare. He also "danced" with her; even though he loved his oldest bruder, he wasn't shy in saying how terrible a dancer he was. While their mutter wished he'd get rid of her, he hadn't; the man who was her husband was adamant on it being left behind, which he and his bruders knew Bile wasn't to do. Until that doll was picked up then properly, and parentally, disposed of, it'd remain in their bruder's possession—surprisingly, Mr. Surfeit hadn't taken the chance to retrieve the doll when Bile wasn't home or near his room; while they thought this was odd, they knew he had eyes for the thing.

"Since it's been brought up, when you were in Cra-Aiii-Zee, how many of them Heavy Metal models did you see?" Lazeer asked Bile.

"Six." Bile replied. "Got two—the one of Taarna astride her beast and the other of Taarna when she was naked, messed up, and getting dressed."

"When I went there, they weren't there. You must of gotten the last two, Bile." Hazaar said. "Got two of them models myself."

"Oh yeah? Which ones?" Bile asked.

"The Into the Fog one, and the one of the Marine Girl holding her sword to that bug-like monster."

"Go-k-t the one of the monster playing the guitar that-k-t looks like a naked woman's torso yesterday." Guyunis said.

"Man, when I went in that store today, I only saw the one that I got." Lazeer semi-moped.

"Which one did you get?" Hazaar asked.

"The one of the monster-transformed Fiste." Lazeer replied.

"We must of bought them out of nearly everything, then." Bile smiled.

"Who go-k-t Den?" Guyunis asked. "When I got my model, there were four of tha-k-t left."

"Whoever it was, hope it was female and she doesn't get too excited from looking at it." Bile chuckled.

"Julie." Lhaklar whispered.

"Huh?" Bile and his brothers turned to look at Lhaklar, who decided to end his silence. Just because he was grounded for the next few days didn't mean he had to be completely silent. "From Heavy Metal 2000—the box calls her The Guardian."

"That's Taarna... isn't it? Wasn't Taarna in both films?" Bile asked.

"No, and the sequel is dope in comparison to the original." Lhaklar said. "Also got the one of the Cybercop—looking forward to when I get to building her, then rigging her up in the room that I'll be relocating to soon."

"Where'd you find them two?" Guyunis asked.

"Yeah, I don't remember seeing them when I was in Cra-Aiii-Zee." Bile said.

"Didn't get them there. They were in Der Neuheit." Lhaklar replied. He smiled when he saw the expressions on his brothers' faces. "They're selling a lot of models based on the magazine and two films in the far back of the store. Think, if you get there fast enough, you can check-in on what they have and get some of it."

"I'll definitely be making a trip to there tomorrow." Lazeer announced.

After speaking of the Heavy Metal models, they were quiet up to when the call for everyone to come to supper was made. While Lhaklar went to the dining room, then took his place at the table, they went up to put their things in their rooms; when they returned to the house's first level, then went into the room that their bruder was in, they found that he wasn't in the chair that they thought he'd be in. The same went with the man who was their mutter's husband. Mr. Surfeit, instead of sitting in the chair that was across from the one that was designated for the Family Creator, was sitting in their mutter's chair; the one that Bile would normally sit in was vacant, as was Lhaklar's, while his had Lhaklar's rear end on it. His bruders took this sight in silently, and calmly, for a few seconds before going forward to sit down. Instead of doing as they, he stood where he was.

Bile sat in the chair that Lhaklar would normally frequent, while Hazaar sat across from him. Lazeer sat beside Hazaar after Bile claimed the chair that he did. When Eshal entered the room, she stopped for just a second to look at him before going forward to claim the chair that was to the left of her fader. The man who gave him trouble last month claimed the seat that was beside Lazeer after coming into the room. While taking in this odd sight, and thinking that things should return to how they use to in how they ate their meals, he started hearing the tormentor that claimed his attention in August and September.

"This is how it starts. When things start to even out, and you think you're settled in, they change things up just to make you feel like the last man standing." the voice said.

"Just... something new that they're trying. That's all." he tried to convince himself while the goosebumps formed on his arms.

"They're to have you take the seat across from the Head of the Family, and to take it after everyone else has. You're to get up and get things while they eat, and you won't ever be allowed to eat a hot meal again. They'll make sure of that, and of you collecting the dishes and then cleaning them afterwards."

"Stop it. Mum wouldn't—"

"Seems to not be speaking of what you're seeing. She's bringing things to the table now, and ignoring you, is she not?"

"Yes but—"

"It's the start of the end for you and your happy life. Enjoy slavery again."

"No."

"Enjoy it."

"No."

"Enjoy it. Enjoy it. Enjoy it."

"No! I won't, and she nor my bruders would have me returning to being the one who does all the handiwork or work that needs to be done in the house."

"Enjoy it, Servant. Enjoy it, Demon. Enjoy i—"

"Guyunis?" the voice of his mother penetrated the one of his tormentor. He shook his head, then rubbed his arm, after hearing it; after doing them things, he noticed that she was no longer fixing the table up. She was now beside him. It looked like she was to lead him to the chair that was across from the one that her husband was sitting in.

"Mum?" he said.

"Come on," she said. She took him by the arm then gently led him to where the only chair that was unoccupied was.

"Mum..."

"Figured it was time to begin the transition in how we're to sit when we dine, son." his mutter's husband said. "It's no different than the one that we use to dine in."

"Huh? Use t... huh?" Guyunis thought he asked. He blinked his eyes, then turned to look at his mother. He had no more done this before finding himself as doing the age-old thing of sliding the chair that was before him out from under the table then sitting in it; his mother smiled, then gave him a pat on the shoulder before going to the chair that was to the right of the man who was now in her seat.