Thomas felt jostled, and he blinked. Why were so many people running into him? Did they not have the sense and personal space given to animals? They weren't much better than, the way some of the acted. He glared at the flustered woman then blinked.
"You. You're back." He actually gave a slight smile. It wasn't that he was fond of her exactly, but he did like it when they came back. He liked having them back sometimes. "What do you think? Do you think it is better so very still? It feels wrong. It's very wrong. Things should be moving about."
He looked around then at her. "Are you different?"