Hugh wasn't himself the whole time, or, rather he was and himself wasn't much more than a hollow husk of a child at this point. While at the mall he did nothing, standing idly at the entrance and following when needed, his eyes wide and empty like always, his face in a permanent frown that on occasion broke for a big sigh. It was nice, and truth be told he enjoyed it more than anything that he had done in the orphanage, mostly because those that followed him where not there. Regardless of this, he knew he had to go back. On the bus ride he decided to astrally project for a while, wandering the grassy knolls as his real world body took a well needed nap, cheek against the window and body splayed out. It was interesting to see some of the less terrifying beings, which where only visible in more natural environments, like open skies and ponds. These where spirits, not ghost, and because of so he had such unique feelings towards them.