New housing development. USA, the Midwest.

Ethan followed as well as could, though the window had been rather difficult, until they reached the house. He stared at the building for a minute unable to identify exactly what he found odd about the house. Ethan frowned slightly at the expression on Pat's face, still it wasn't as though anything bad could come of following along. Whenever he had interacted with any of the other imaginary friends they had proven themselves to be completely intangible except when something strongly upset them, and they had never displayed any malevolent intentions anyway. "Alright then, what are we playing?" he asked the spirit.

"We are going to be playing cat burglar. What we're going to do is pretend to break into my house, as quietly as we can. My parents will play, too. What you have to do is not get caught, okay? When we're inside of the house, only you will be able to see what our goal is. It could be anything; a rug, a doll, a sofa.. it could even be a light bulb. When you see something that glows a sort of red or orange, I need you to tell me because that will be where what we'll be pretending to break into to steal from will be. This is a really old game, but it's still good because the treasure is is always different." The parents that Pat had mentioned was a couple, a couple who had just bought their first new home and had moved in today, unaware that anything was wrong. Most of the boxes had been opened, though things were mostly scattered about for the time being. "Come on, Ethan. Let's go." Pat urged, and he turned and walked over through the door. It was locked, but a simple flick from Pat fixed that with a click, allowing Ethan entry. There were some things that only a child could see; and Pat, of course, was not really a child.

Ethan grinned as he opened the door and ducked down behind a pile of boxes, quietly humming the theme from some spy movie all the while. In his mind he was no longer Ethan Cavalier, he was now international super-spy turned cat burglar: Tom Williams. After a few quick glances around the room he realized he'd lost track of his ghostly partner in crime after the spirit had walked through the door. Speaking into his hand as though it were a walkie-talkie Ethan whispered "Pat? Where are you?"

Pat hadn't gone far once through the door. He had simply moved out of sight a moment, though he heard the whisper clear as a bell. The boy poked his head out from behind a box not far away, and he gave a small wave. "Over here," He whispered. The whisper of course would have sounded as though he was right next to Ethan; Pat wasn't going to bother raising his voice when he could simply throw it to Ethan. It was so much less complicated. "My parents could come downstairs any time now- do you see anything worth while?" He asked, keeping quiet to keep up the charade. He was referring to the glowing that should be coming from an object. Any object. "If it's not down here, it'll either be in the basement or upstairs.."