A little boy, with brown hair and a cheeky glint in his eye peers around the large timber door. Our gazes meet, both of us wide-eyed, startled to be seeing a new stranger. He looks like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and it makes me smile. Before I can get myself to speak, he backs away and closes the door.

Odd. He obviously isn’t meant to be here.

Intrigued about who this cute little boy is, I jump off the bed and slowly open the door, poking my head out. Having been in this room for days now, I am keen to explore. Wolfman didn’t say that I couldn’t, and I bet the rest of the house is huge. I look up the long hallway in time to see him dart into a room down at the end, so with no other sign of life in the place, and no idea what else I am supposed to do, I slowly walk in that direction.

His door is open, and I see him sitting in his room on the carpeted floor, Lego blocks sprawled all around him. He looks up, but doesn’t say anything, before looking back at his Legos and continuing with his build. From the completed formations around his room, clearly this is a talent of his that he enjoys. Right now, it looks like he is building a spacecraft. Continuing to approach him slowly, I am unsure if I am allowed to be here. Not wanting to scare him, I keep my distance but sit down on the floor with him. He is a cute boy, no older than 8 or 9 and I wonder why he isn’t in school.

“Can I play too?” I ask, but he ignores me, so I reach down and grab a few pieces of Lego. He doesn’t object, so I grab a few more and start building. Building blocks is not my strength, I realize, as I try to follow along with what he’s doing, but I enjoy being in a different room with a new face. So while he creates something that looks like it needs to be displayed in a museum, I get busy trying to build a simple square house instead, which looks more like a bad bundle of bricks.

We are both silent in our concentration, but I take in the rest of his bedroom. It is a large room with a bathroom off the side, not dissimilar to where I am sleeping. With the bright blue décor and selection of toys, it is most certainly a little boy’s room. One wall is covered in floating shelves, each one full of different Lego models; some spaceships, others are cars, and even a castle, which I think might be something from a movie.