Jack looked at his door debating on whether he should answer the door.
He slumped up and stumbled downstairs to the door and quickly opened the door.
Tucker's house had burned down years ago, so he actually had nowhere to go. He looked around for a house to pretend to live at. He walked up to it, and rang the doorbell. He ordinarily wouldn't do that, but he wasn't paying much attention, and did it out of habit.
Jack pulled himself up from his bed and looked out the window with his hand on his cat's stomach.
Tucker jumped out of the tree. It was definitely time to make like he was going somewhere.
Two boys walked down through the trees. Tucker glanced at the sky before pretending to walk off home.
Jack slowly opened his door and went inside. He jumped into his bed and hid his face into his pillows as he pet his cat on the windowsill.
Tucker watched people walking around after he opened his eyes. He should be getting somewhere, pretending he had somewhere to go so that people wouldn't stare, but why? What was the point? He leaned against the rough bark of the tree, feeling it scratch his back.
Jack glanced towards his house, just across from the park. He sighed and and walked towards his steps.
Tucker closed his eyes and felt a cool breeze against his cheek. He sighed contentedly, and prepared himself to sit there for the rest of the day.
Jack squinted his eyes and locked himself as people pushed by him.
Tucker blinked in the tree, clearing his thoughts.