When Shawn got outside, he felt somewhat refreshed, having slept way late into the day and recuperating from what was an exhausting night and a troubling morning.

In the air, there was the peaty smell of the fall as it moved closer to overtaking the summer. But also in the air was the smell of burning wood, the results of the fire last night with Michael and the shed.

Nevertheless, Shawn found himself staring at Junior's door moments after leaving Mom and Dad to argue among themselves.

Shawn felt physically refreshed, but he was still quite nervous about the situation. He rang Junior's doorbell, and as he waited for an answer, he sent out a tentative mental probe towards Feddler. Are you there? I just wanted to say I'm sorry again... He still felt bad about how things had ended, and he was about to do something potentially dangerous that he had no idea if or how it'd work.

There was no answer from Feddler. Just silence.

But the silence was broken as Shawn heard the door lock snap open, the turning of the knob and then the door creak as it pulled back.

Junior stood there with a cocked head like a small dog that had heard something interesting.

Then his eyes widened.

"We ARE best friends..." he exclaimed in amazement. It was said in tone that suggested that he knew it all along and had been waiting for this very moment to confirm a long-held, religious belief.

Shawn had hoped that maybe Feddler would be drawn back by now, because he could really use the imp's advice. But either way, he had to keep going. He gave Junior his most dazzling smile. "Hey Junior! My parents are still cleaning up after the party last night, I was hoping I could hang out here with you for a bit?"
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Junior's mouth dropped open with surprise. It was a total contrast to what he had just said. But nevertheless, his eyes fixed onto Shawn's, as if he was in total amazement.

Star Struck.

"Uh...Uh..." He stammered.

His hands opened the door, a motion that was completely separate from his mind, as if the hands had a mind of their own. The door opened to invite Shawn in.

"Hang ..... out!" He repeated with enthusiasm, losing himself and his identity in Shawn's own words as he stepped back to let Shawn into his home.

Shawn met Junior's gaze with a grin. "Yeah, if you're not too busy." He stepped inside, looking around the house politely before turning back to Junior. "Oh, that reminds me. I had something really cool I wanted to show you, but you have to keep it a secret, okay? And promise not to laugh."

"Right." Junior said in an excited way.

Then he turned around. "Ralph! You've gotta go!" he shouted into the next room.

"My best friend is over." Without skipping a beat he said to Shawn.

"Ralph is over. But I can kick him out. He's not an actor like you are."

Shawn looked at Junior with surprise - but he keeps it confined to a polite amount rather than the actual confusion he was feeling. "Ralph is here? I didn't know you knew each other?"