You're confused as Henry tells you he's going back home. As Henry leave you stand there thinking "Who the hell was that?"
But, it starts raining and it gets very late. So you head back home as well.
At your small one bedroom house Henry is there in the kitchen area and some other guy is watching your television.
"Who the and are you two and what are you doing in my house?", you demand. "I'm Henry and this is Jack, see we're here because a writer gave us a name. So now the reader can't fully enjoy the story because they have to be a male named Henry.",
the stranger said. You make your way to your bedroom and get your gun and go back to Henry and Jack. "Henry, Jack! Get out of my House and out of the story NOW!" you yell. Then you start counting. "1, 2, 3,..." Henry and Jack quickly run out of your house and out of the story. "Well." you say to yourself, "I hope they stay out, but, for some reason, I don't think they will." You lock the door and the windows and head to bed, keeping your gun nearby. Then you remove your clothes get into bed and you quickly fall asleep with a smile on your face thinking "That's the last I'll see of them."
Or is it?