He turned to see the slightly taller Lane standing behind him, no costume in sight. He was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

"Hey man! Where's your outfit?" Caleb was trying his best to fit in with every syllable.

"Well, that's my fucking conundrum Mr. Jensen. I need your help. Follow me."

Caleb followed Lane up the stairs to his bedroom and was amazed to see how spacious it was, with its huge windows that looked directly out on the two-tiered pool and spa in the backyard. He could see it decked out in decorations from various well-known fantasy franchises. Lane could watch his whole frat party kingdom from here....