"Uncle!" Cried you and Evaniel's four year old nephew, Lyall, from the guest room. Evan poked his head into the room, clad only in his boxers. He looked confused. "What is it?" He sighed, exasperated.

Lyall pointed at the closet, "Can you close that door? I saw a monster," he whispered, frightened. Evan's reply was impulsive, "What makes you think monsters can't open doors?"

Lyall now lay in his aunt and uncle's bed, nestled between them. Evan snorted quietly, "I shouldn't have asked that."