Jacob didn't like her talking about his name, and cringed when she said the name Eugene. At least she's being rather quiet. He went to smile, before she burst right into a huge grin and nearly pulled his arm off trying to get him to the house. She seemed so excited, so unnaturally excited, it almost hurt him. What was so exciting about seeing people you've already had to put up with for most of your life, and eating food until you became ill?

The house matched her, in his opinion anyway. Simple, quirky, much too cheerful. It looked like something a child would draw, or something that might be in some kind of horrible child's film. He couldn't believe he would be staying in that. It was so fake looking to him, that he expected all the furniture inside to be made of plastic, like a giant dolls house.

Even her voice was too cheery, but he just sighed instead of moaning about it. It was, after all, something he was going to have to get used to. Yet again his arm was wrenched away from the rest of his body and he was left trying to move forward while not landing face first on the floor. He had never heard anyone be so happy about seeing their mother...although it wasn't very often he was actually around anyone's mother either, so that was probably why.