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"See you around, Rose," said Aslan with a smile. Normally Aslan didn't see this much day light, Don might be getting worried. Then again, he might not know at all, Aslan wasn't very sure how this alter thing worked. He stood up, and looked at Matt. "I'd tell you be careful, but I think you know that," said Aslan. "See you around as well." Aslan quickly walked to Don's house, which was pretty far away from the city. Sometimes Aslan didn't understand Don. From what Aslan understood, Don won this thing called the "lottery" which means he fell into a lot of money. But his house was rather tiny, like something someone who didn't have a lot of money would live in. Don just didn't want to be rich, it was like a curse to him.

Aslan arrived at the front entrance to Don's house, and picked up a rock. "This is where the spare key is to get in, Aslan," he remembered Don telling him. He picked up the key, opened the door, and quietly walked in. One who walks into the house is greeted by a tiny foyer, and a closet, which takes up around one-fifth of the entire house. There are two doors on opposite sides To the right is the kitchen, which leads to the guest bedroom, which is where John sleeps. To the left is a narrow hallway, which has two doors. The door closest to the entrance is the bathroom, and the door at the end of the hallway is Don's room. Aslan hung his cape and suit in the closet, and walked to Don's room.

Don's room was reasonably large compared to all the other rooms in the house. He had a double bed at the head of the room, even though no one used the other side since Jadis had been around. Next to his bed was a mahogany drawer, where he kept his clothes (which were lacking variety). Don's laptop, one of the only things he bought with his wealth, was on his desk. It was opened up with Wordpad opened, presumably for Aslan to write down what he did like he always did if something happened. He wrote down what had happened, and ended off with a question he had asked himself tonight.

"Why can't people be more like you, Don?"

Aslan put his head on Don's pillow, and drifted off to sleep. Soon enough, Don's shape formed on the bed.