Kodi wandered around the house, periodically returning to the window to watch him for several minutes, wishing there was some way she could help. She heaved a sigh, at least it was a small car. She wandered through the few rooms of the house, avoiding the one closed door. She assumed it was his bedroom. Kodi heard the garage door open and went to look out the window. How had he managed to get the car that far all by himself?? The garage door shut with a bang, and Kodi heard Arlen tromp onto the porch and open the door. She had reclaimed her seat by the fire, and had folded his blanket and sat it as close to the fireplace as she dared so it would be warm when he returned.<br/><br/>When Arlen handed her bag to her, she opened it to make sure nothing had been damaged in the wreck. Before she thought about it, Kodi had pulled out her coloring books and crayons and set them on the coffee table. She checked her neice's birthday present, a small picture frame with daisies on it, and replaced it into the bag, along with one of the coloring books. She opened the other book, one about fairies, to a half-finished page and opened her crayons. She colored when she was frustrated or excited, but she did it in a way that no child could possibly manage. She had taken an art class in high school, and was now quite good at blending the colors to get exactly what she was looking for. She had just pulled out the dark blue crayon, the one that matched her eyes, when she suddenly remembered Arlen.<br/><br/>Kodi dropped her crayon and blushed to the roots of her hair, stammering over an apology. "I-I-I w-wasn't trying t-to ignore you. I p-promise. I just c-color sometimes to r-relieve tension." She leaned over to grab the crayon, hitting her head again on the table. She picked up the crayon and sat it neatly in the center of the coloring book before she dared look up. What would he think of her now?? She knew that her coloring tended to make people quirk an eyebrow at the very least. Her mother would lecture her on it often. How would she ever find adult friends if she colored in children's books and watched children's shows?? It wasn't that she was childish, she just liked cartoons, and coloring helped her to give her mind a break. She looked now at Arlen and wished for the hundredth time that day that she was a normal person.