James never talked or interacted with anyone in school. You ended up babysitting his younger sister. On your first day you met Lori, a cute kid, 9 years old. She was shy and it took some time for her to speak but when she did it was surprising. “You look like the friend James likes to draw!” Without another word she went and got a sketchbook filled with drawings of you. James came running behind her to stop her but it was too late. You saw the drawings. Drawn as if watching from a window.