October is alone, now. He sits quietly for a few moments, no sound anywhere save for a clock ticking.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
Then he stands and walks quietly around the room, peering at things curiously. It's something Observers have never really rid themselves of. He'll pick things up and look at them, peek out the window, run a finger over some upholstery or other....
And then he wanders through the doorway and into the kitchen. There are a few more things in here. He peeks into the fridge, then notices the coffee machine. Pokes at it.
He'll go on to develop those mad rhymin skillz. Become DJBaldo.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
Then he stands and walks quietly around the room, peering at things curiously. It's something Observers have never really rid themselves of. He'll pick things up and look at them, peek out the window, run a finger over some upholstery or other....
And then he wanders through the doorway and into the kitchen. There are a few more things in here. He peeks into the fridge, then notices the coffee machine. Pokes at it.