[ There's a long pause of just staring at the mansion, nervously rocking back and forth on his feet while he twists his umbrella in his hand. He expects to see them or something, but when the window begins to fix itself, he also worries that maybe the book and rock will also be automatically cleaned.

He does eventually pull out the extra notebook though, flipping through to see if he can see anything different. ] … Do you think… maybe they're just mad at us now…? [ Beat. ] …Oh, here. None of you wrote "Why?" here, right?

…I'm not sure what they'd mean by that, though.