"I'm floating in the air, no need to be light, there won't be any sound," Simon shrugged.
"Erwin? You're back a bit late today, dinner's on the table." Bart's voice came from the living room.
"Okay, father," Erwin shouted back, "I'll eat later."
"I think I just heard someone else's voice. Did someone come over?" Bart's voice grew closer.
"No, father, no one did!" Erwin shrieked in panic.
Before the words finished falling, Bart had already poked his head out from the living room, facing the floating Simon. They were only a meter apart at most.
In an instant, both sides were stunned.
Erwin, unable to stop his father, widened his eyes in terror, while Simon floated in mid-air as if nothing had happened.
Bart's expression began to twist at a visible speed.
Silence, a brief silence.
"Ah—!" Quickly, a scream erupted, "What did you bring back—!"
Amidst this resonating voice, several neighbors' lights around came on.
