As Virgil walked into a side door off the main hallway, he saw his two friends- or in this place- coworkers already working.

"You're late, Virgil," Logan noted.

"Yeah, yeah..." Virgil waved his hand, dismissively. He then jumped as he heard a crash as well as a high pitched squeaking noise. Virgil looked over to near the corner and saw his other coworker, Patton, sprawled out underneath a pile of boxes.

"Patton, are you okay?" Logan asked, his eyes narrowed in concern as he helped Patton.

"I'm fine, it just fell on top of me when I tried to get something..." Patton muttered as he slowly pushed himself up. He huffed and tweaked his glasses, finally noticing Virgil. He grinned, "Oh, kiddo! You're finally here!"

Patton hastily stood up, nearly tripping on a few boxes, and running over to hug Virgil tightly.

Virgil rolled his eyes fondly, "It's not as if I'll leave you with pocket protector over there."

"Wha- we're literally dating," Logan spoke up, setting up the boxes as best as his organizational skills could.

"Yeah, you've been dating for only 2 weeks. That means, I still have to watch you just in case you hurt him." Virgil stated.

"You know I wouldn't." Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

Patton released Virgil from his one-sided hug, "Oh, did you notice your schedule yet?"

"Yep, I leave late now at 6... I swear, our boss has it out for me." Virgil grumbled.

Patton frowned, "I can meet you by the entrance until your shift ends to walk with you?"

"You don't have to do that, Pat..." Virgil smiled softly.

"But I want to! Logan will come with!" Patton said.

"I don't recall claiming that," Logan stated.

"But we must make sure our son gets home safely!"

"S-Son!?" Logan and Virgil exclaimed. "He's not our son!" "I'm not your son!"

As they continued to work while chatting, the mansion that Virgil saw that morning was still lingering in his mind.

While the mysterious stranger that Remus saw was lingering in his mind.

They only walked by, taking a look at the mansion a few times before looking at their phone, muttering to themself, and running off.

They had purple hair, a black hoodie, black jeans, a brown satchel, and purple shoes.

'Must be emo.' Remus thought as he fiddled with a curtain. He could touch things, but he had to go through agonizing practice just to mess with something, 'I wonder if they'll come back...'