"Bee!" Sam shouted, eyes lighting up at her mention of the car. He'd been so busy thinking about how this place wasn't really home that he'd forgotten how parts of it would still be just like home though.

"My parents! My parents are probably downstairs! And- "

There was a bark, and a smooth-coat Chihuahua zipped around the door to his room, barking madly as he ran up to Sam.

"Mojo!" he cried, reaching down to pick his dog up.