Jim paused at the sound of shattering glass.  "Hmm."  He blinked, and looked up.  "That sounded like a window."  He paused, and scratched the tip of his nose.  "Breaking."  He tried to visualize the house, but as new as he was, and with the amount of rooms there were, he couldn't quite place his finger on which room the crashing came from.  "Oh crap."  Even without knowing where it was, he was sure it was in his room, because that was just the kind of luck he had.  "HOld on mom.  I'll be right back."  He turned, and hurried up the stairs, and threw open his door before his mother had a chance to reply.  "Oh come on."  He closed the door harder than he should have and walked in to get a bigger look at the hole in the window, and the glass, along with the soccer ball, on his floor.  "Scarlet."  He mumbled, and turned to head out back so he could have a talk with his sister.<br/><br/>"Scarlet!"  He called as he began hurrying down the stairs.