You're the roommate of a terrorist. Not just one, but two. Two highly intelligent, and also quite young, terrorists... That should be a chilling fact, but no, at least not entirely to you. The two boys, Twelve and Nine, are quite close to you and aren't much of a threat, especially Nine. He's a cold and distant man, but you can tell he loves you in a way.

If not, he wouldn't be here, listening to you talk about whatever you were talking about, which didn't make much sense, anyway. Nine sighed, his fingers rapidly clicking the keys on his keyboard. He seemed deep in thought, but no, he was secretly listening to you intently. Together in the kitchen, at a small table, he at his computer and you in front of him. Lisa and Twelve had gone shopping this morning; you were alone together.