Sam hesitated and eyed the woman closely for a minute. He wasn't supposed to be talking to strangers. He knew that. If he did talk to them, though, he definitely wasn't supposed to tell them any sort of personal information. He could practically hear the speech his father would give him if he were to find out that he'd ignored that advice, too.
Still, she seemed nice enough. And Sam didn't want her to think he was all alone and try to call the cops or something. He had a feeling his dad would probably wring his neck if he were arrested or something.
So after a second, he gave a slight nod of his head. "He's inside," he stated. "My mom's not here, though. She's still back home." There was a mild frown to his face as he admitted that part, and his gaze dropped to the ground for a minute before he slowly peered back up at the woman.
"You really know the actual book The Neverending Story" he asked curiously. It was his experience that not too many people knew the story, or only knew the movie version which wasn't half as good as the book itself was, in his opinion.