"'n' go where?" I ask, a smile stretching wider across my lips. He's right, the weird shit's piling up, one after the other, and it's hard to really sift through it all.

I shut the door, leaning against it. Down the hall, someone shuts their door, and then I hear a pair of footsteps walking toward the stairs, one heavier than the other. Someone laughs and it's a child's giggle. A young girl. That might be the strangest thing of all.