Kenny was almost done by the time the van rolled up the pathway up to Timothy’s house. He thanked Mr. Navarra for everything he’d done and took charge of carrying his luggage into the house. Tim’s father had done more than enough. He can handle the bags on his own. Opening the door, Kenny was smacked in the face with more colour than he had ever seen. Trinkets and thingamabobs he had never seen were piled across shelves that lined the living room and even hung from the ceiling. It reminded him of Howell Jenkins’s room and how Diana Wynne Jones had described it as cluttered but eye-catching at the same time. He entered slowly, still taking in all the little details around him. There were two rooms that gave small sneak-peaks into what they contained as the curtains fluttered and floated upward with the incoming wind. A small passage way down left lead towards another room- the kitchen inside which Kenny heard the high-pitched whistle of a pressure cooker as steam smelling of wafted into the sitting room. There was no upstairs and so the house was just that: simple, comfortable and homey. Kenny decided that this was what his future home would look like and made a mental picture to remember.

“Oi, Timothy!” Mr. Navarra called, tossing the keys onto the dinner table as he entered, “I brought you a new baby brother!”

Timothy’s confused and shocked “Huh?” echoed loudly through the house, sounding more parrot than human. He hurried out of his room in the curiosity of seeing what his father was belting about. Kenny assumed his friend had been asleep, considering his hair was messier than usual and he walked more sideways than forward. Seeing Kenny, he woke up-enraged.

“How dare they?” he asked, “I tell you, Kenster, they should go kill themselves for what its worth!”. He half-hugged him, then disappeared down the small hallway to god-knows-where.

“Tim!” Kenny scolded behind him, “They’re my parents! I still respect them.” He explained. From the way Timothy groaned, Kenny interpreted that he didn’t appreciate Kenny’s loyalty. He reappeared with the stick of a lollipop sticking out of his mouth.

“Want one?” he talked funny, pointing at it, then scampered around Kenny and dragged a bag down the room towards his own room.

“I’m good, thanks” Kenny exhaled and put his hands on his hips. He took everything around him that happened over the course of the two days one more time and settled on the fact that the world had called for a new chapter of his life to begin.