I stalk silently through the house. Searching. For what? I have no idea. Hiding. From what? Yet again, I have no idea. It just seems logical at the moment. I hide in corners, watching as people pass me by. They have no idea that I'm here. Good.

I sprint across my bathroom where my Mom-Mom sits at her glowing box sometimes. Pop-Pop does too, but not as much as Mom-Mom. I turn right, at least I think it's right, and run as fast as I can before jumping on my Pop-Pop's chair. I look around. No one saw me. Good.

I creep from one chair to the next as quietly as I can. I am as silent and as quick as the wind in a raging storm. Just like the night when my mommy and the weird giant found me. I am a Not-A-Ninja. Mommy called me that a while ago. No idea what that is. But I like the sound of it. NOT-A-NINJA! Good.

I see a pair of big feet coming closer. I don't move. They're doing something on the table. I slowly peek above the edge and watch as my Daddy puts something in her bag. Mommy said that the other young female is my Daddy. I like her enough. She plays with me a lot. Good.

I freeze. Daddy sees me. We stare at each other for a while. I can't keep it up much longer. I blink and hide on the chair again. I can hear her laughing. Her feet disappear