[sylvanSpider]

Benjamin couldn't move. For the first time in one hundred thirteen years four months and two days, someone was referring to him. Someone was actually speaking to him. He could feel his mouth hang as he was wont to do often now that he knew he was unobserved. Now, however, he lifted it manually with his hand and stood blinking listening ardently to the woman that now offered to lend him valuable energy. Of course he was going to take it. How could he say no when he couldn't even speak? Something physical, huh? Physical he could do. He'd been practicing with books when he was starving for literature or just something to do. On the really good days he was able to turn pages. He'd just lay on the hardwood floor right where the book lay and read. He'd been working on reading a book on world religions for the past year and realized that when they actually got to that room his progress would be lost. But, if they managed to find him soon, to find some way to free him soon, it wouldn't matter. He could pass on. He nodded, subconsciously choosing to go to the room with the new inhabitants. The light was alluring enough and with the woman's dissipation, he too glided to the living room as a moth to flame.