Rufus was sitting upstairs in his home office. Though, sitting was another word for it completely. He had been placed there by a skilled set on hands and he could not get down from the chair easily. He really wished he had Dark Nation right now; when he was younger, he would ride her predecessor all around their old manor.

Instead, Rufus skillfully had devised a way to push himself off of the chair and land on his knees. The television screen that displayed what was going on outside showed no signs of Hakuba's approach. The child scrambled to the living room where he turned on something random on the TV and found a stepping stool to reach his phone.

... you never know what could happen.