By the time Dukey got to his room, he was gone, carrying the boy's clothes in his hand as he took the other route to the kitchen, where he walked in the room to see no Dukey in sight. He frowned a bit, not really understanding how he was not there. Yet, considering that he was in a state of undress, he was kind of glad that he was not just hanging around Clara. He figured that Dukey was possibly in the bathroom. So he headed over to it. His hand came along the door knob and pulled it open.<br/><br/>He looked in and stared for a moment at what should be but not what necessarily was  inside there. After this long century of time, he pulled his eyes away from the open bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. "John, you shouldn't have stood there so long. Now all she think is that you are a pervert." His back was leaned up against the door, his hands at his sides with all of the clothes he intended for Dukey. He wondered what she was going to do.<br/><br/>He just hoped that it wasn't that she was angry and preparing to do evil things to him. He had not meant to open the door and see her like that. It was an accident.