It was Surprise Movie Night in the Mindscape because Patton had been begging the others to watch Winnie the Pooh for the 539th time. Normally, he'd watch it by himself so Thomas only hummed the tune but something had been bugging him since he woke up under Deceit's hat, even though he doesn't remember anything after walking into Virgil's room.
     So now he was curled up in the corner of the couch, leaning on Logan's shoulder as he read silently, and dressed in his favorite onesie with a mug of hot chocolate. Virgil was being 'held against his will' by Roman's cuddly nature, but it was obvious he didn't really mind by the small, almost unnoticeable, smile curling up. Deceit was wrapped in a blanket with sleeves and currently gagging Remus with one of his onesie's tentacles so he didn't blurt out anything to ruin the film.
     And, surprisingly, Remy was chilling on the back of the couch with his head turned to the side to watch.
     Everyone was dressed in their pajamas besides Remy, who just didn't care. He had a concert later anyway. Logan went to bed at precisely 9:30 and gently shifted a sleeping Patton over to Roman's shoulder. He nodded and silently left, walking down the hallway. He paused, turned his head to the picture Roman had drawn when he was younger. Now that he thought about it, the twins didn't exist until Thomas started kindergarten. This piece was dated for a year before the (banana) split but signed by Roman.
     Logan looked closer before removing the picture and setting it aside. His eyes widened.
'How have I never noticed this before?' His hand ran along the outline of a doorframe. He looked down when something pressed against his thigh. He grasped the rusted knob and promptly hit his head against the door as he tried to walk in. Logan huffed and tried to push it open with his shoulder but the door stood fast. He narrowed his eyes and next conjured a lockpick but soon figured out it wasn't going to work because the knob didn't have a lock.
     He tried his last resort," open sesame (or says me, whichever)"
      He heard a click and the door opened invitingly to reveal its previously hidden contents. The room he stepped into was lavender and a tree was hand-painted on the wall to his left. Hanging from the branches were pictures that Logan recognized as the sides when Thomas was young, so the sides were young. The photographer was never featured besides a stray finger peeking from the corner in a few of the pictures.
     Logan ran his finger across the top of one of the frames and rubbed the dust away. The photo it contained depicted who he assumed was himself at a very young age, based on the glasses and puzzle he was clearly frustrated with. He glanced at the one next to it of Patton.
Patton, if he used regular age terminology, looked about a year older than him.
     Logan turned to look around the rest of the room. The bed was similar to a bunkbed, however there was a desk underneath instead of a second bed. The dresser and bed were made of honey pine wood and there was a hanging chair in the corner. The bureau beside the door had the mirror covered with an old blanket that Logan vaguely remembered being wrapped around his shoulder whenever he had gotten tired as a child.
     He didn't realize that curiosity had gripped his hand and was about to pull off the blanket. He snapped it back,' this is a stranger's room. I shouldn't pry, even if it would sate my thirst.'
     Logan turned and glanced around the seemingly unused room.
'I could clean it up a bit. Maybe dust the furniture and wipe down the mirror. Change the lightbulbs out and wash the sheets on the bed.' He smirked to himself,' it'd be a nice distraction from the work overload Thomas had given me last week.'
     Mind made up, he left and replaced the picture on the door. He watched as the doorframe faded back into the wall and hid itself once more. He would return tomorrow and start work on the mystery bedroom after his morning coffee.