Milo was hunched over his desk, books and papers strewn about it. Although his desk was currently a mess, his room was quite tidy. His bed was made, the books were neat and alphabetized on the shelf, all the dirty clothes were were already in a bin in the corner. He put his pencil down and stood up. "Go ahead. In fact, I've got to run down to the store to pick some things up. Feel free to do your cleaning while I'm gone." He said putting on his jacket.<br/><br/>He politely nodded to the nameless house keeper as he slipped by. A few moments passed and the front door was heard to close. On the desk were not papers of law, nor were the books of any college. They were library books of high math and physics even. Oddly enough the papers lying on the desk were sketches of the house, perfectly scaled.