[sylvanSpider]

Benjamin, contrary to his living breathing counterparts, had no concept of 'late' whatever. Quite the opposite. He was wide awake. Standing, he glided his way to the kitchen. The electricity was off, but energy could be channeled through other means to be sure. And sure Benjamin was, at least on today of all days. The kitchen housed a few lights, at one time the best that money could buy, and it was only one of these he focused on now.

The effort took all of his energy, but he managed it. The lamp flickered on and Benjamin drifted to the doorway. He'd hit all of the checkmarks. Light coming on by itself? Check. Cold spot in the doorway: Check. Continuing cold spot in one spot almost always creepily close proximity to "Steven" at all times? Check. He had to let them know that he was here.