They settled into their permanent rooms. Aunt Kathy had insisted that they pick permanent rooms as she barely had outsiders over, and whenever she did, they never stayed over. The rooms weren't replicas of their own rooms but they substituted them just fine.

Mojo fell in love with his room. Before they left the last time they visited, he wrote a letter describing how his room should look and "hid" it atop the door so that, when the door was pushed, it would fall at the intruder's feet. His wish was granted. His older siblings had much more discipline and so, were fine with whatever rooms they had. It wasn't their house, and even though Aunt Kathy was family, one had to know when to do certain things and when to not do them at all. Mojo was going to be in huge trouble when he got home, except if he somehow found a way to keep their mum out of his room.

"Darlings! Dinner is ready!", Aunt Kathy called. Her voice could be heard chatting away merrily with Mrs. Velazquez, something about the fashion trends in the market.

Mojo dashed out of his room, forgetting to lock it and take the key with him. Mly followed. Then, Manheim. They glanced at Mojo's slightly ajar...