It was a peaceful day, Home seemed rather calm and pleased with the sermon Wally had provided this morning. But Wally was just happy to please Home, pleasing them meant less pain for him.

He didn't like it when Home "corrected" him, it hurt. The white strings piercing through his skin, leaving scars. The black tentacles that held him in uncomfortable positions, making his body ache and be in pain. Or the black liquid that burned his skin, it left no marks but it felt like acid against his skin.

But he was just relieved to have some time to himself, reading a book while sitting on a bench. He seriously needed to relax, especially after all the work Home made him do. So this was a time he wouldn't want to waste, but he also thought of speaking to neighbor. They were always at his sermons and always listened intently to what he said, something he appreciated. But he decided to let them come to him if they wanted to speak, he didn't want to get Home's attention by accident.

The more he read the more his mind drifted to neighbor, they were kind to him and rather different than the others. They didn't seem to come to the sermons to listen to the word of Home, they seemed to care more about him than the sermons... It was nice to finally have someone ask how's he been doing.