"Nine o'clock!" Will echoed, and flopped himself down on the sofa. It was a strange sort of thought, to think that he was staying here now. Strange and good. It was odd to be so domestic. It wasn't his usual scene. But then, he'd been alive in America for over 130 years, it was about time he tried something new.
"I could eat," he said, plopping his boots down on the coffee table and pulling out his phone. "Where'd the dog go?"