Nott Cottage

"No, but I mean, lots of weird crap around here..."

"It seems like there's always a lot of weird stuff happening..."

"Yeah..."

"But hey, looks like we got some down time before we start off our little adventure. You said you were an artist?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty good at portraits."

"Cool, mind if I see?" Topher always liked stopping at art museums on his travels.

"Everything on the walls is mine. I've painted it all." He lead Topher to the small living room and gestured to the three paintings on the walls. They were of simple things, a butterfly on a flower pot, the sunset from the backyard with the flower garden in the background and a small painting of a teddy bear that had seen better days.

"Dude, you're awesome at this!" He marvelled as he looked around the gallery. "Where'd you learn to do this?"

He blushed slightly, like he always did when someone praised his work. "Um, my nanny liked to paint in her spare time. I picked up a brush and just flew with it. It calmed me down."

"Wow, that's really cool, you should do art shows!" He praised as he observed the details. He definitely had an uncommon knack for it.

"I tried a few places in London but they didn't think I was good enough."

"Did they have black glasses and a white and red cane per chance, or use seeing eye dogs?"

He gave Topher a confused look. "No? What does that have to do with anything?"