Luke rolled his eyes and muttered, "What's her problem?" He listened to the things he would be needing and headed off to his room. He pulled out a small, worn backpack and began to stuff the contents inside. The clothes were the easy part, but deciding what else to take along made him sick at his stomach. He wasn't one to make decisions, one of his biggest weaknesses. [i]Why did they pick me for this?[/i] Luke wondered silently. He didn't see his talents as anything special, just a way of making simple tasks easier. He tossed the puppet onto his dresser, next to the pair of socks. As he shut his eyes, the puppet came to life quickly grabbing the socks and heaving them across the room to Luke. As they flew threw the air the doll fell inanimate, and Luke awoke. Catching the socks, he smirked, feeling proud of himself. He continued packing, double-checking the objects he had already collected, including the small puppet, to make sure that he had everything he would need or want.