Mr. Sparkles: "Hey son, where did you get that backpack from?"

18-Volt: "Oh! It's hers",

as he took my backpack off him and put it on the floor beside the couch. Then he asked his dad, 

18-Volt: "Is mom back?".

Mr. Sparkles shook his head,

Mr. Sparkles: "She won't be back for a while. After this sleepover, she'll be going on some sort of women's camp".

18-Volt looked down when he heard that,

18-Volt: "Mom's never home".

Mr. Sparkles reassured him and said that they would do things together as father and son, that is, when 18-Volt wasn't inundated in his games.

Mr. Sparkles: "And where are we gonna put you to sleep tonight?".

I just looked at him and stared blankly; I didn't know myself and rather, I was expecting him to have already worked something out when it came to my sleeping arrangements. He chuckled,

Mr. Sparkles: "a little green fella paid me a visit not so long ago", he was talking about a teddy guard.

He walked off to the kitchen and when he came back, he presented me with multiple sheets of paper.

Mr. Sparkles: "His name was Toby. He told me you were feeling mighty upset and your guards have asked you to stay with my son for the whole of tomorrow".

I was wondering how on earth Toby would have known where this house was. I then remembered, all the guards were in planes this morning, flying above when they dropped Todd down here.

Mr. Sparkles: "Do you know what these are?",

pointing to the pieces of paper.

Karla: "Oh yes", I answered, "I have some homework to do, designing what I want my new home to look like, that is, for when they finish building it".

Once again, Mr. Sparkles asked me if I knew where I wanted to sleep and I told him no. Heck, I haven't even been in this house for one full day so I don't know every nook and cranny of the property. Mr. Sparkles had sent me off to the spare room in the house and encouraged me to look at my building designs, 18-Volt nodded in agreement. So I got up off the couch, took a pen out of my backpack and headed for the room that I discovered as a storage room on the previous night. Upon actually entering the room though, I actually noticed that there was a little table and chair tucked away in the far corner, so as messy as it was, 18-Volt must have used this room for homework.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Mr. Sparkles and 18-Volt were having their own father and son time.

Mr. Sparkles: "Son, is it just me or does she look really exhausted? Like she's had a really bad day...?".

18-Volt slouched over and nodded.

18-Volt: "They stole her money".

As usual, Mr. Sparkles couldn't understand 18-Volt and so gave him a weird look, twisting his face in a sideways motion.

18-Volt: "Dad, they stole her money".

Finally, Mr. Sparkles was able to understand what 18-Volt was getting at after he remembered the conversation he had with Toby earlier on but was also curious because Tony mentioned nothing about the briefcase.

18-Volt: "I told Mona but she snapped"

Mr. Sparkles: "Mona snapped at you?",

asked Mr. Sparkles with 18-Volt shaking his head.

Mr. Sparkles: "Then who snapped at you?".

18-Volt pointed in the direction of the room I was in.

Mr. Sparkles: "Oh! Right... Well son, she kinda had a right to. Ya know, you shouldn't share personal details like how much money someone has and where it is".

Innocently, 18-Volt apologised to his dad, swearing that he wouldn't talk about money again. Mr. Sparkles laughed

Mr. Sparkles: "No son, you can talk about money but just not about other people's money".

The boys then changed topics.

Mr. Sparkles: "So son, who is she?"

18-Volt: "Uh",

18-Volt didn't know how to describe me to his dad.

Mr. Sparkles: "Do you know her name at least?".

18-Volt: "Uh... I think it was Katherine".

18-Volt then signalled to his dad that he would be back as he got up off the couch and went to get my dream journal out of one of my suitcases. When 18-Volt got back, he pointed to my name on the front cover.

Mr. Sparkles: "Oh! Haha, her name is Karla",

Mr. Sparkles corrected him and 18-Volt slapped his hand on his forehead.

Mr. Sparkles: "What are you doing?",

asked Mr. Sparkles as 18-Volt opened up my dream journal.

18-Volt: "Don't you wanna know who she is?".

As much as Mr. Sparkles didn't feel comfortable about tapping into my personal book, he did want to know who I was and so he let 18-Volt lead him through some of my entries.

18-Volt: "Ooh! Read this one dad!",

18-Volt said excitedly as he rapidly kept pointing to the heading on the top of the page.

Mr. Sparkles: "Oh my gosh! So that's why you've been so nice to her".

18-Volt then proceeded to show him more entries.

Mr. Sparkles: "Son, you're a dream guide, that's so cool!".

Then 18-Volt went and got the waking life journal which had the letter that I had written to Sindo back when I was sleeping on the streets. As Mr. Sparkles read the letter, he had a hard time holding back his emotions.

Mr. Sparkles: "That poor girl, she's been through so much since she arrived",

18-Volt nodded in return.