Mom: Guest, I'm counting on you for a bit. Mom's voice drifts in from the kitchen. With shopping bags looped over her arm, she looks back to see Till sitting on the floor, clutching a crayon.

Mom: Just to the store. I'll be back soon, so Till, be a good boy for your big sister, okay? Till blinks his large eyes and immediately looks up at Guest.

Mom: That's right. I'm leaving Till in your hands, Guest. The sound of the front door closing echoes, and the house suddenly becomes quiet. It's just the two of them in the living room: Guest and Till.