"Yes, I am. So, what's wrong?"
Without saying a word, Gerald grabbed his wrist and dragged him inside his house. Once they were both inside, he shut the door and locked it. Then he led the boy over to the couch and pushed him down onto it.
"Sit there, and don't move," he said, turning around and heading into the kitchen.
"But you can't keep locking me in! Why?"
"Please sit there and do exactly what I told you to. Otherwise, we won't be having any peace for a long time."
When Gerald returned to the living room, he saw the stranger sitting there, looking at him expectantly. There was no doubt that this stranger was the boy from the picture frame in his room. Now that he was actually seeing him with his own eyes, Gerald felt somewhat relieved. Seeing him brought a smile to his lips, a
