"In my friend Jane's place. In De Chima. I can show you sometime, if you want." 

Adam shuffles away from the boxes, making his way over to kneel by Richie and inspect the comics he brought along. He leafs through Obsidian. "Already? How did they win last time? They weren't there yet." 

Dog trots over to greet Richie, wagging his tail calmly and stretching his neck to sniff at the boy. But the true terror lurks behind the sofa, in white and blonde fur, and large sharp antlers.