My House is Your House

There was suddenly a call later that day. It was from the Fleurys.

When Stein heard about that, he became shaken again. There's just something about the couple that gives him an inkling, but what that inkling could possibly be, he may never know. It's like the feeling of small ants crawling on your back, all the way to you shoulder. He could not help but shudder from it.

'Franklin' received the call with the jolliest tone, as per proper gentlemanly attitude should. "Guten Morgen, Good Morning. Franklin Storitz, speaking."

He listened in again peeking in at the door. He recalled the science exhibition.

He wasn't able to enjoy all the gadgets and inventions showcased in it. He could not even remember a single one.