When they finally met, the very next morning, Michael was happy to see Billy face to face. Billy’s room was very ordinary. No wallpaper of note, posters, or statues. No toys. He had a small flat-screen connected to his CPU, an old mouse and keyboard, all on a second-hand desk. He had a shelf standing over his PC screen with a bunch of DVDs, mostly games. There was a closet for his clothes, a bed, and a second flat-screen to work as a T.V. His chair was also a regular wooden chair, and Billy had to bring a second one from the dining table for Michael to sit. That said, his room wasn’t small or anything; it was just emptier than most Michael had seen.
It heavily contrasted the aura of wisdom that Billy was continually giving off with his demeanor. There was something about his thoughtful ga
