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Kettil knew exactly how to take her mind off of her worries, and as he led her down to a street filled with houses, and they narrowly avoided a baby carriage or two, she gave him a look.

"Does yeh thinks we can even doo that in this world? Like, will everything, uh.. work.."

She was thinking about the logistics of it, and probably shouldn't have been.

"Ach, here okay, let me looks in the windows here," She paused, pressing her face up against the glass. "No, definitely people in this one."

"Me? Wait?" Freya called out, having given up on being quiet already. "HAH! I asks yeh because I don't waits for nobody! Nowhere! No how- wait." She'd been looking in a new window as she was yelling, and she realized that the lights were off and she saw no one in it. "This one could.. possibly.. ach.. how does we -"

She closed her eyes and thought really, really hard about being inside, and heard a soft click. The door had unlocked.

She turned and stared at Kettil with a open mouthed proud face, and threw up both thumbs before sneaking inside.

"No, is really nice! I don't thinks we should touch anything unless we're tryings teh scares someone, but nobody is here so let's try not teh move anything." She said, as she walked directly into a lamp and tripped until she was falling with it beside her.

Stealth was not her strength. She could hear Shun's eyes rolling from there.

"Yeah," She muttered begrudgingly, "We should-"

"WHO'S THERE!?" A gruff, surly looking young man stormed up from the basement stairs, holding a baseball bat in one hand. He was unshaven, unwashed, and looked as though he'd been wearing the same clothing for a week. His shirt said something about Mega death on it, from what it looked like, which probably meant he wouldn't be easy to scare.

Or would he?

He walked up to the lamp, stared at it on the floor, and then nudged it with his baseball bat. He looked.. suspicious.

Freya and Kettil, standing mere inches from him, were invisible.

"Or.." Freya whispered, her face brightening with mischief. "Maybe not.."

Freya choked down a laugh when the cold air brushed against the human and he jumped, flinging the bat exactly where Kettil had predicted it was going to swing. There was nothing there, of course, and he brushed his hand roughly against his arm to rub the goosebumps away.

Then he stormed back downstairs, to return to whatever task had him so busy he refused to follow normal sanitary function. It must have been something important.

The door slammed shut, and Freya burst into giggles, flopping down on the couch in laughter. "Did yeh sees his face? Priceless!"

It took a few seconds before Freya could stop laughing enough to answer. "Oh, no, we are keeping this one. I don't even feels bad about driving him crazy. We're probably goings teh gets him out of the house for the first times in a week, by the looks of him. Is our civic duty!" She hopped up off of the couch, bounced back onto her toes, and then barrelled down the stairs.

But then she stomped her way back up, and down, and up, and down, noisily enough that the man heard it - and came barrelling up himself to check the stairs.

She stood in front of the doorway and watched, giggling like a child.

Freya slapped both hands on her mouth when the shriek came out of him, and she watched the man stare at the shattered remains on the floor, and then promptly grab his coat, and bolt hastily out of the house.

"Aaand just as planned." Freya chuckled out, before flopping down on the couch again. "Wants teh gives yehr papa a call now? We're supposed teh checks in with him. And now that we're alone, is perfect timing!"

"Well I did, I wanted to get the call out of the way so we could- HI PAPA!!!" Freya was interrupted by the sound of Kettil's fathers voice.