It was her first time in the mainhouse since they starting their life on the farm.  She wasn't worried, however, since as far as she could tell it was only the old man living here.  When Arietty heard the person behind the door, however, she knew right away she was wrong.  They didn't shuffle around as the elderly one did.  With a trained quickness, she vaulted herself from the planter and darted underneath the bed, just as he entered the room.  She remained still as the man crossed it, and she was surprised by his gentle movements.  He was very quiet and graceful for someone who worked all day in the sun.<br/><br/>Arrietty approached the edge of the frame, peering out into the now dark room.  The room was, unfortunately, quite bare.  There were a few shelves for books, containing what she guessed might be information on crops and proper animal care, perhaps some manuals for the machinery.  She hadn't gotten a good look at the room from above, which she was now regretful of since there was a table to her right which may or may not have something useful.  It would be difficult to look with someone in the room with her.  She untied the glider from her back and set it down quietly.  The floor was hard wood, so she had to be careful as any sudden movement would alert the Bean in the room, and then she would have to find a way out, fast.<br/><br/>Then, he began to speak.<br/><br/>The voice was familiar, somehow.  Sounds she might have heard once in a dream, perhaps.  The radio was tuned up.  She thought at first he might have been talking to himself, but his next words made it quite clear he was talking to<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>, at least she thought so.  There wasn't another Bean in the room with them, and there weren't any animals, so far as she knew.  Arrietty shifted in her boots nervously, uncertain what she should do.  Her instincts told her to get out of there, but she couldn't remember the last time she ever listened to them.  She swallowed hard and then ventured out from underneath the bed.<br/><br/>She couldn't see the man on the bed, but knew he was there.  She couldn't get over how softspoken he was, as if he'd done this before.  She knew of only one Bean who had ever made contact with a Borrower, and that was Sho- but Sho was a boy.  No, she corrected herself, that was years ago now.  He wouldn't be a boy anymore.  Her hands clutched at themselves nervously.  It wasn't Sho.  That was insane- but she needed to know.  Her hand reached upwards and clutched at the corner of the sheet, which proved to be quite easy to climb.<br/><br/>At the top, she stood behind one of the pillows, and she could see him now, at least from the back of his head.  She quietly observed, taking her time in deciding what to do from here.  Again, she found herself looking from the wrong perspective.  She couldn't make it out his face standing here, but she didn't want to take any unnecessary risks.  She knew what her father would say- she was being foolish.  She turned her back to the pillow, her heart racing.  What on earth was she doing?  They wouldn't all be like Sho.  If this man wasn't friendly, or trying to trick her, she would be in serious danger.  Her almond eyes peered out at the nightstand in front of her, and what she saw nearly made her faint.  It was her clip.<br/><br/>It<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>him.  Somehow, it was him.<br/><br/>“You kept it all this time,” she spoke aloud, her reassured voice almost unable to contain her excitement.  She hadn't even known if he was alive, but here he was.  She had so many questions, and had no idea where to begin.  "I can't believe it."