Mikey's room was a sort of cave of wonders where we found almost everything. Comic books littered the floor, forgotten pieces of pizza rotted in a box on a desk near the entrance where stacked sheets of paper showed the sketches he was making. And in a corner, his skateboard was stored against the wall.

Hi dude! What's up?

He smiled as he saw you walk through the half-open door to his room. He immediately put down the old GameBoy he was holding in his hands to greet you.