Shawn: It's Not Allowed
After organizing the transformers Michael led Shawn to the window, where they climbed out. He made sure that Shawn knew there were exactly twelves steps to getting outside of the window and where the best footholds were. Soon, they were on a trail in the small shrubs behind the house--undeveloped land--and moving quickly.
It was still broad daylight, but clearly past noon, the sun shining down on the boys' backs, heat of summer dry and harsh. Michael and Shawn got the destination: bushes that overlooked the back of what looked like a restaurant of some kind. Only it wasn't a restaurant. There was loud music coming from inside, the sound of throbbing base probably vibrating the exterior of the building.
Looking at the back of the building, Shawn could see a dumpster and a large, gray van. There was one door to the back of the building, closed, but clearly ajar, the sound of the loud music escaping through it.
"This is the back of Moe's Restaurant." Michael explained. "It isn't really a normal restaurant. It is a place were Dads go to see woman take off their clothes."
There was a pause before Michael continued. "Last week I waited here for thirty three minutes, and then a fat guy with a gray beard opened the door. He usually carries a large back of garbage with him. He puts the garbage in the dumpster, but he leaves the door open."
Michael waited for the implications of this statement to sink into Shawn.
"It means that when the door is open, you can see everything." He said, emphasizing the word everything in a way that broke the normal spell of monotamy in his voice.