Trapped, Part 4
I walked past Will's room on the way to check on Hallie (I hadn't heard any noise coming from her room for at least 20 minutes, and such long stretches of silence worry me) and encountered this:
I asked Will what exactly he'd built, and he described this carefully constructed conglomeration of plastic tubs, fabric bins, books, binders, pillows, and his desk chair as "a fort for Tux". I thought for certain Tux would thank me for rescuing him, but when I dug my way through the pile I found him curled in a little ball under the chair.
Turns out Tux doesn't always mind being trapped.