It was close to midnight, the occasional car drove past the man walking along the countryside road. He watched the cars driving by with amusement. *They need so many things to feel comfortable, and there is nothing of interest anywhere.* Gathering himself he pushed himself upwards, drifting above the treetops. He was getting a bit tired of the calmness. But he didn't feel like continuing on just yet. Some time later he came across a small village along the road, tiny houses huddled together as well as spread all around. A gas station, a school, a convenience store and a church. All in all it was a tiny place, not much different than the whole of that particular world when one thought about it. On a sudden thought he picked a house and landed on its front yard. Some dog in an adjutant one barking, until he made it quiet down with a stare. He then looked up at the house in front of him, having thought of something to ease his boredom. Now if they possibly had a child of some quality, or a young adult. Adults were so easily baffled and broken by things they couldn't understand. He walked up to the front door and unlocked it, stepping inside without making a sound. Casually walking through the house as he tried to get a picture of its owners. They seemed to have what counted as 'middle class' around, the multitude of handmade furniture hinted as someone having it either as a hobby or a job. Walking up the stairs he went by the parents bedroom, they were sound asleep. Moments later he found himself in front of a door with a name-plate on it. Why would anyone need them at their own home. Emily it said, so far no indications for a kid, as there were no children's toys strewn around the house. Opening the door he got inside and closed it behind him. Taking a look around presented a normal room for a girl of, 15, 16 years of age. The girl herself sleeping soundly beneath a set of blankets, with fringes. Making a swirling motion with a hand the door locked itself and all the nights of the outside were cut of. With the door locking itself being the real feat, as it had no lock. He moved up to the head of the bed and looked down at the sleeping young female, who looked ok, or beautiful with the standards around, he wasn't sure. Raising a hand above her head his eyes lost a little of their focus. "Emily Carver, huh? Well you seem to be a healthy young girl. And unspoiled at that, in this culture, seems like a waste." He murmured to himself, before gaining a wide smile. *Lets see how you react to the unexpected* Straightening he took a look around, was there anything... perfect. "Emily. Wake up Emily." The voice was monotone and alluring at the same time, like the one you hear when you just wake up and some of the dream is still with you. When she opened her eyes she would find that all her stuffed animals were dancing around on her ceiling. Spinning around in a bonfire circle, moving like they had actual joints. The man sitting casually in her window, making small circular motions as he watched the toys. His black hair framing a friendly face, that you would have trouble remember the day afterwards, but containing a pair of eyes with colors that seemed to gleam with an inner light. He was less bored already.