The Outsider Tom gazed wonderingly around the room, taking his time as to not miss a detail. A rather high foot table in front of the redwood coloured three-seater sofa. It matched the walls of the room that resembled a log cabin in colour and certain aspects of the furniture. A grand fireplace cut into the centre of the wall furthest from the door, a single seat next to it and a television on an angle so it could be seen from the sofa and the seat. The people were all around looking at Tom, the flickering glow of the fire made their smiles seem warmer and the atmosphere in the room was one of happiness and curiosity, as they couldn't seem to take their eyes from the youngster. Tom sat silently, wanting not to disturb or upset them; he was slightly intimidated by the warmth of everyone here. The place from where he'd come was never like this. There were no smiles and there was no warmth at that place, security was never considered and privacy was a non-factor.
