"Oh, really?" Olhal turned, and asked. "Uh... well, thanks, ma'am." He got up, and walked towards the house slowly, and reluctantly. Something was bothering him; the house seemed to scare him somewhat. He felt a sudden gust of wind blow from behind, which quickly dropped. He shrugged it off, and walked in. Fyroh was sitting with a blank expression, wondering what the hell was on his head, and where the hell Shinzui was. Yet all he was doing was mumbling "Uh..."