She nodded and raced up the stairs, pounding on them hard as she ran. "I don't know if he knows addresses and stuff, he said he wasn't actually a person. And he keeps a swimming pool in the library. He's kind of funny that way," she said. She grabbed a knapsack and started shoving her dolls and plushies and art into it as best she could, frowning as she crinkled the edges of her paintings.
nothing to be sorry for