Richard had been lurking around the almost empty house, Ariadne had gone to the store for art supplies and hadn't been sure where Kyle was. He didn't like that he was always missing, not easy to find. He dropped himself onto the leather couch and stared at the ceiling, wondering if he should go out and treat himself to a few gifts. Few steps echoed behind him, and he turned around to realize that it was Kyle. "Where have you been?" he asked.