Seymour nodded, brightly. "Okay, let's keep going, then!"

Justin nods and heads back to the plane. He walks around, not seeing anyone.

Seymour followed him, like a lost little puppy. That 'puppy' looked curious, with his head tilted.

Justin slips to the back of the plane and sees his bag, all torn up. He runs to it. "Oh, no." He digs in it quickly.

Seymour watched him, curiously. He seemed concerned.

Justin grins when he finds his sketchbook, unharmed. "Yay." He then finds his ipod, wet. "Oh, well."

Seymour tilted his head at the strange device. Then, he raised his arm over it. All the water inside of it suddenly lifted itself off and out. It looked completely dry.

Justin raises an eyebrow at him and goes back to digging. He finds his phone, but not his charger. He snorts. "I would forget that." He giggles slightly.

Seymour was busy studying the iPod. He shook it around slightly, but not enough to damage it. "What's this thing? Is it candy?"

Justin glances at it. "Nope. It plays music." He carefully takes it from him and turns it all the way up, so music can be heard from the headphones.

Seymour tilted his head, poking at it a bit more. "How does it do that? Is there a little creature living inside? Is it magical?" He seemed strangely excited.

Justin chuckles. "It uses computers to do it. And I don't think there's anything in it. And I dunno if it's magical." He looks amused.

"What's a computer?" The question sounded completely honest, and Seymour pronounced the word as if he was attempting to speak Icelandic.

"A machine that does lots of different things." He shrugs at his fail description. He turns the iPod off as he talks, dropping it back in his bag.

"Oh. Okay. I've never heard of computer before," Seymor admitted, tilting his head. "Is it a new mineral? Can you dig computer up from the earth? Or find it at the bottom of the sea?"

"No, it's something that people make. In a large building called a factory." Justin watches him tilts his head, slightly amused.

"People make computer?" Seymour asked, blinking. He seemed completely blown away by this. Where had he been hiding all of his life?

Justin nods. "Yup. People also make iPods." He motions towards the iPod as he says this. He looks a bit puzzled at having to explain all of this.

"I...Pod?" Seymour looked wholly confused. "Okaaayy. I dun really get it, but people make computer and make Ipod...s?"

Justin nods. "Pretty much." He pokes at his sketchbook again. "I'm amazed that this survived."

Seymour tilted his head, letting a long, sleek curtain of ebony hair fall over one side of his face. "What do you do with that? Is it food?"

Justin shakes his head. "No, I draw in it." He opens the sketchbook to a very well drawn picture of someone that looks almost identical to himself.

Seymour tilted his head. "I've only ever drawn on cave walls, and in sand!" he quipped, flailing a bit. "It's pretty! I like it!"

Justin chuckles a bit, then stares at the picture. "That's my twin brother."

"Oh. I have two brothers," Seymour stated suddenly. "Actually, four...if you count the one Hershey can talk to..." He mumbled this last part under his breath.