Yes. Norman Bates. And Norma Bates. Wouldn't want to forget her. Of course, she wasn't out in the sunlight wasting away painting a building that no one would notice. But that didn't mean she wasn't around. And that certainly didn't mean she wasn't watching. Because she was always watching. That's what mothers did, after all. Watched after their children. And, if nothing else, Norma Bates was very good at watching over her son.
Norman was just finishing up his sandwich when he saw the approaching figures. He squinted his eyes in the light to try and make them out better. When he realized that one of the travelers was Fred he perked up a bit. He liked Fred. Of course, he hadn't told Mother about her. Oh no. He wouldn't dare. But Fred had been nice to him. Of course, Marion Crane had been nice to him too and that didn't turn out very well.
He quickly took a big bite to finish off his sandwich, wiped the crumbs from his hands, and stood up. Then he gave the two figures a wave. Now they would have to come and visit him, right? Oh, he did hope so.
It got awfully lonely up there by himself. With the exception of Mother. Naturally.