“Of course; I have my child, and we’re sleeping under a bed like changelings should.” She pulled out a baseball and a pair of gloves for it. “Would you like to play catch?” I nodded before walking towards the window. “Ah, if we’re going to go through the window, we have to do it in style; it’s the changeling way!” Mom grabbed a chair before throwing it through the window. It shattered into a million pieces, and the two of us jumped out the window.