Someone softly knocks on the door. "Hey Lyle? It's me Heather. The front door was unlocked so I just walked in." She opens the door. "What did you want to show me?" But looking into his small room, she sees no one. "Lyle?" Unknown to her, Lyle was standing behind the door waiting to suprise his best friend. He reaches out to hold her shoulders. "I'm right here, Heather." She jumps "Jeez, Lyle you trying to give me a heart attack? Cone on, what did you want to show me?" She tries to turn around to look at him, but Lyle gently holds her in place facing his bed. "Dom't turn around yet. First close your eyes and sit down on my bed. I'll let you know when you can look. Okay?" "Okay, sure I guess." Lyle lets go of her and she takes a few blind steps reaching for the bed's edge. He closes the door behind her and quietly looks the door. Finding his sheets, she turns around and sits down, ready to see what the big deal is. Heather crosses her arms. "Okay Lyle, I'm ready. What did you want to show me?"