"We all have our opinions" Patrick shrugged as he glanced to Misty as she went to get a drink.
Patrick remembered he still had the pop tart and so carefully placed it on the table before Misty got back.
"Strange? are we not all a little strange" Patrick smiled softly "Waking, eating, working, sleeping we are all a little weird. Like robots... well at least some people. I like the arts, like your self and although I do not excel in them I enjoy listening and looking at them" He said changing the subject slightly
More movement could be heard in other places of the hose "Are there others here by the way? It seems awfully dangerous for a young girl to be alone in a house far out in the woods. Can't be too careful with all those weirdo's around." Patrick remarked not seeing the irony of the statement