The whole home was transformed. Suddenly it became inviting, and warm. Chairs just begged to be sunk into. Light flooded each and every inch of the place, and not just any kind. It was warm like honey, smooth too. Dylan wandered along. There were antiques everywhere. Nicely carved wood furniture, elegant things, lined the way. His footsteps followed Eddie's, until he too stood in the living room. The journalist stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Right, like I was expecting that." All the other man kept talking about was how hard his job was, how difficult. He kept saying how little he trusted others. Dylan glanced at Eddie nervously. He wondered if they'd been lies, or truths.