<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">David</span></span><hr/><br/>David let go of his mother’s hand when the realtor appeared. If the house was odd, than the realtor really got to him. He tilted his head and gave the woman a critical look. He had seen this kind of person before, but until now he never interacted with them, not even if they stood right in front of him.<br/><br/>This time, however, she even talked.<br/><br/><em>“She doesn’t belong in this time, what is she doing here? She’s not supposed to interact with us, only to witness,”</em>David thought.<br/><br/>This made no sense at all, but he knew better than to voice his opinion.  It was an unwritten rule to him that he never talked about the weird things he saw on a daily basis. It was bad enough for him to discover that he was autistic, people were going to have a fit if he told them about the anomalies he encountered on a daily basis as well. He tried to adjust and fit in as well as he could, and he was intelligent enough to realize that telling stories about how trains appeared out of nowhere, or how people from the past or future walked among them, would get him labeled as insane.<br/><br/>The momentary morph of her face did not go unnoticed by him, and he he thought,<em>”Curious, they never did that before. Maybe this is a new kind of person?”</em><br/><br/>David walked around the woman with an inquisitive look. She might have broken the unwritten rule of not interacting, he still intended to upkeep his part of that rule and he wouldn’t talk back to her. Besides, she was already interacting with his parents. Teenagers were never very interesting to elderly people. At best they found them to be an annoyance.<br/><br/>He glanced at the house again, but the more he looked at it, the more there seemed to be something odd about it. Still, so far ‘odd’ had never stopped him. He wasn’t afraid of all the oddities in his life, it was just… different.<br/><br/>Having completed his round around the woman, he stood next to his mother again, holding his peace of the things he had noticed. If his family members saw what he saw then he was sure they’d comment on it. It’d be a first time though, nobody ever saw what he saw, and he’d be greatly surprised if they did this time.