(aside) Later, a young boy who has a habit of listening in to conversations he's not necessarily intended to be part of, creeps outside on his own. His heart heavy with thoughts of the friendly troll girl who made him feel welcome when he first started schooling with the DeBukes, he resorts to all fours, where the swimming thoughts quiet a bit and things seem a bit simpler. No longer constrained by the need to lie about his feelings, he simply voices his sorrow in a long, mournful howl.