24 found a light without too much trouble and continued to check out the place. There was something kind of "grandma's rec room" about it. Everything seemed a little old and a little shabby. No one would be surprised to see that chair get carted away to the local Goodwill.

"Great. I won't only be wearing hand-me-downs. Now I have to live in one."

Looking around and trying to take everything in, he never saw the table coming. Maybe because it wasn't moving at all. Just sitting there, being a coffee table or end table or whatever he was supposed to call it when he wasn't too busy banging his shin against it and then grabbing said shin, quickly followed by hopping around and swearing.