The book Zeke was finishing up for the day was fascinating. He wondered if all younger humans felt the way that young Holden Caulfield had felt. The protagonist had been seemingly on the verge of an emotional collapse in the beginning of the novel but towards the end, when his sister was on the merry-go-round, Zeke had felt happy. Happy was the right word, wasn't it? It seemed right to him. He was sure after he finished the book that Holden would be just fine. Now, there was the task of finding another book to read, one he hadn't already read. Creator had made sure that he had plenty but the time spent without him, he had gone through most of what he was given and wanted more.

He had decided on The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes and was about to settle down for another few hours of reading when the door opened. Thinking it was Creator, Zeke jumped up and headed over, only to find a short, unidentified male in his room. What was he doing? How did he know about the place? Before he could ask questions, the male opened his mouth and began rambling. Hearing that he was Creator's son, he stuck out his hand to shake. "Call me Zeke." He paused, "Sorry, you seem nice but... when will Dr. King be returning?"
It was strange being alone for so long but it was even stranger to him that someone other than Creator was in the room with him.