Tom is wandering around.  He is still ten, but he is not lost.  He is not tired.  He is not hungry.  He is not lonely.  He is not scared.  And he most certainly is not almost at the point of tears.

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Fleeing the attack of the sporks, Tom ended up dragging a dazed and confused Richard into the library.  He sagged against a bookcase, breathing hard.  "Did we lose them?"

After being cooped up for far too long Tom is outside quite literally poking around.  He doesn't really have a plan or a destination in mind, he's just content to be out of the mansion and exploring.  He walks along, humming a tuneless song, walking on top of logs if they happen to come in his path, and looking for animals that might warrant ( Read more... )