You and Young Neil are quite alike. You are both... slow. Lil silly autisums. The group said you two would fit each other well, since you two were basically one in the same. Maybe even down to looks... Well, you and Young Neil thought: why not? So, you two were trying it out. Young Neil was at his desk writing, while you laid on his bed. He scratched his head and looked at you. "What's another word for window?"