Alan hugged the remote control, firmly shook his head to refuse, he don't want to go out, those toys look so silly, not as fun as Cynthia. Cynthia took a look at this scene, inexplicably feel familiar, come on, this is not a few days ago, the remote control war like the beginning of it. After the blood lesson, Cynthia did not force Alan, love to watch TV, just watch it, do not like to communicate with others, do not communicate with others, anyway, look at no communication barriers. Cynthia herself went downstairs and walked around the apartment building a few times to eat, and then went home when she had digested almost everything. Alan had been staring at the wall clock since Cynthia had left the house, waiting until he heard familiar footsteps before his eyes retracted from the clock

