So now here I was, sitting in the bedroom right next door. I had taken off both my jacket and hoodie and was currently in the process of taking off my boots when there was a knock on my door. Walking over, I opened it up to see the white one standing in front of me. He said something to me in his language, before telekinetically handing me my pocket knife back. I honestly wasn’t expecting for him to give it back to me this soon, but I wasn’t about to complain. I took it in my hand and thanked him before he went back to his room. I closed the door behind him and smiled.