Ryan's feet padded across the floorboards, the contents of his bag jostling with each step. His right hand gripped the sowing needle, half as long as he was tall, and his left hand held his trusty shield, a button that had fallen off of an old shirt. Although he had been in and out of the living room many times in his life, Ryan still got overwhelmed by the vast expanding room when he crossed it on foot, being only ankle-height. Directly across the room, Bessie was in her woollen dog bed. Although she had been curled up, her eyes followed Ryan's miniature form as her ears perked up. Having made his way to Bessie's bed, Ryan stopped for a moment to catch his breath.

While the other members of the Stone family could've crossed the family room in only half a dozen steps, it took Ryan a few minutes, but he was literally the little brother, after all.

Ryan cooed to Bessie, who in turn lowered her head down to him. Her snout came down to the ground and Ryan jumped up onto it and steadily made his way up to her head. While he pushed his way through the golden fur, Ryan made his way to the crimson collar Bessie wore and relieved his bag from his back, then attached it to a clip he had installed previously. Bessie had been gentle with Ryan his whole life, for which he was grateful, allowing the two of them to form a special bond.

"Come on, Bessie!" Ryan declared, as he held on for dear life to her collar, and Bessie rose to her feet. "Onward!"

Bessie began to trot out of the room, taking Ryan with her as she wagged her tail gleefully. What the two of them would get up to was a mystery, a mystery only time would tell.