Seated on a comfortable sofa near the fire, Lionel takes in the space. How does Pocket know so much about American sitcoms? She's gotten the feel just right, as far as he can tell. Everything is cheated out toward the fourth wall. Picture frames with half-decent photoshopped couples. A room made to look like it belongs to a middle-class family but if you think about it, there's so way the average American could afford it. Huh. His eyes move from details to detail. Fascinating.

"HEY!" a disembodied voice from the darkness yells. "DO SOMETHING!"

"M-me?" Lionel asks, touching his chest and looking around.