Everything was dying, or already dead. The trees were bare, the grass was wilting, and it look more like a cemetery than anything else. (Yuma saw a tombstone, but ran away as fast as he could as soon as he heard something move on it.)

Upside was that there was a tennis court. Downside was that ivy covered all around the fence. He'll try to take it off later.

'It'll take time, but nothing's forever.' He examined the vines again. 'Looks like those were here since the beginning of time though...'

There was nothing else, along the way (other than another tombstone that said 'HERE LIES MISTER SRUMP, THE BRAVEST ONE YET.' Might have been a pet, might be a person. Yuma didn't stay long enough to find out after the last one.)

Yuma tripped before reaching the top of a hill, behind the house and next to the trail he walked down. He could see the house in all of its "glory" from above. The fog was still thick, but it defiantly thinned out since the car ride. Stepping in a circle, he saw a trail that lead down to the original path, more dead trees, and a wooden cover (he guesses that's what he tripped on).

He removed the cover. Least, tried to. It was heavier than he imagined, and he didn't want to stay out here forever to get it off. He instead of was satisfied with a small hole in the wood, just big enough for a pebble. He grabbed on and threw one down, counting how long it might have been.

...20, 21, 22. He stopped when he heard a loud 'plop'. He continued to throw more pebbles down. It ranged from 20 to the 30s, but in the end he concluded that it was deep. Too deep. He stood in a huff.

'There goes my chance of fun. There's no way I'll be able to get down there. Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to get out. Lame.'

He kicked a stone down the trail down the hill opposed to going back the way he came from. He nearly jumped when he heard meow. He took slow steps to turn around and came face to face with a small light blue cat. It was strange, it had green marks on it and it eyes were white and gold. Was this even a cat?

"Er... Hey. Are you one of Cathy's?" It meowed back.

"I can take you back to her if you want." Another meow.

"...You're not one of her's, are you." It nodded it's head.

"Aren't you a smart one..." Yuma mumbled under his breath, walking over to pet the cat. As soon as his hand got an inch to his head it ran away.

"H-Hey! You're smart enough to answer me, so you did that on purpose!" He huffed as it got out of sight, not bothering to go after it.

"I went to the well. I tripped on the thing covering it." Yuma drew the forks from his handful of utensils and placed it in the kitchen drawer.

"That sounds fun." His mother continued typing. Clinking of knives came from Yuma.

"I could have died you know."

"That's swell." The spoons were put away and Mirai didn't bother looking at her son's annoyed face.

"You should sleep soon. It is getting late now after all." She (finally) closed her laptop and stretched out her back. Kazuma walked in from the dinning room and stood at the door way. He had an easy smiling going still, but the bag under his eyes and bad lighting made him look like he was part of a horror movie. Mirai stood up and walked over to him, Kazuma putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned and gave out a hand to Yuma.

"Coming?"

"You guys make it seem like we're in a movie or a book."

"Life's a story full of twists." Kazuma said and smiled, yawning immediately after. The only response he got for a few seconds was a frown from Yuma. The child put his hands behind his head and walked past his parents.

"Okay, I'll go to bed."

"Good." The two adult replied in unison.

All three walked up, splitting for each other's rooms. Yuma quickly changed into his t-shirt and sweats, easily falling asleep after flopping onto his bed.

Yuma opened his eyes slowly, his eyes forcing themselves to the small digital numbers reading "3:46". He woke up because of a quite scratching sound. It had stopped when he groaned, but- There it is.

Something peeked into the corner of his eye. He tuned and came face to face with a mouse. Bright white to the point where it hurt Yuma's tired mind to look, and beady red orbs for eyes. It looked like they all had some sort amour on their head, covering their mouth. He tried to squint and focus on it, but even then nothing looked clear. It scurried off, squirming under his door.

Yuma didn't know why he followed it. Barely awake, 3:50 in the morning, and stairs to go down, following a mouse.
It would stop for him though when it got out of sight till he caught up, leading him to the living room. When Yuma walked in, the mouse ran behind on of the chair, pattering stopping right after.

The small door was the only thing around it. Yuma tried to open it again, failing once more.

"Stupid door..." He whispered to no one. He sat in front of the door, arms crossed, huffing and mumbling to himself.

"Mom has the key to all everything, right...? I'll ask her in the morning... But..." He yawned, stretching his arms and standing.

"But right now... Sleep..." He stumbling back upstairs, and fell onto bed, not bothering with his blanket. He peeked at his clock again, reading "4:06".

"Yeah... When I wake up, I'll... I'll ask... Her..." He closed his eyes once more and fell asleep.