Matt's vision blurred for a moment, and then it cleared. He was standing in Mr. DeSoto's bedroom, looking at the object of his lust. Mr. DeSoto was seated on the
bed, looking towards the door, exactly where Matt had appeared. For several seconds they just looked at each other.
"Matt?" Mr. DeSoto spoke first. "How did you get in here?"
"Never mind that right now," Matt said, realizing that he hadn't thought about what he would say next. "Um, I mean," Matt stumbled for a moment and then
recovered, "I am more concerned about what is happening to you. You don't look right." Matt came over to put his arm around the small man.
Mr. DeSoto scooted away from Matt's reach. "Things sure got weird around here awful quick, and I don't like it one bit." Mr. DeSoto retreated to the other side
of the bed. "I locked the door. It didn't open. I was watching it. How did you get in?"
Matt frowned. Rejection had not been part of his fantasy!