Fifteen minutes later, they arrived outside Jane's house. Quinn knocked on the door. A young man came to the door. “Hello.”
“We're looking for Jane?” Quinn said.
“She's up in her room. I'll get her,” the young man, who was obviously Jane's brother, said.
A few minutes later, Jane came down. “You're here about your video assignment?” she asked.
“Yes,” Cindy answered.
“We can do it in the kitchen,” Jane said.
“Sure,” Quinn said.
“Question One: What game console do you play the most?” Cindy asked.
“The classic Atari,” Jane answered.
“The Atari 2600,” Cindy commented.
“And the Nintendo 64 sometimes when I'm visiting Darian.”
“I can attest to that,” Quinn said.
“Cool,” Cindy said. “Second question: Favorite games on that console.”
“Um, Pitfall? And Ocarina of Time,” Jane answered.
“Good choices!”
“Well, the latter has great design in the backgrounds. Very artistic.” Jane lowered her voice “Despite that annoying fairy. 'Hey Listen!' 'Hey Listen!' 'Hey Listen!' Of course I'm listening!”
“Do I know it,” Cindy grouched. “But not as annoying as Baby Mario crying in Yoshi's Island!”
“I'll take your word for it,” Jane commented. “While Darian and Quinn have a Super Nintendo, they don't have that particular game. But Super Mario World is particularly difficult.”
“It's not that difficult,” Cindy said. “But I think we can go on to the third question.”
“Sure,” Jane said.
“How often do you play those games?”
“Pitfall? Probably a few times a week,” Jane answered. “Ocarina of Time, maybe once every one or two weeks.”
“That's not very often,” Cindy pointed out.
“What can I say? I spend most of my free time working on my art,” Jane responded.
“Fourth Question. Why do you like those games.”
“Pitfall? It's great in a reflex improving way. Helps to remember what is coming up next.”
Cindy nodded. “Absolutely.”
“Ocarina of Time?”
“I like how the two versions of Link play different, if that makes sense,” Jane answered. “They have different capabilities and gear.”
“It does make sense,” Cindy said. “That's part of what makes that game so great.”
“I agree,” Quinn said.
“Cool,” Cindy said.
They talked for a short while about that game (and Majora's Mask, a game the Morgendorffers didn't have yet but Cindy did).
“That was a good discussion,” Jane said as she lead Cindy to the door.
“Yes, it was,” Cindy said.
“Who are you talking to next?” Jane asked.
“We'll go back to my place and see if Darian's home,” Quinn answered.
“Sure,” Jane said. “But I'm not sure he would be.”
“Any idea of what he's up to?” Quinn asked.
“He hasn't said much,” Jane mused.
“Probably less to me,” Quinn said.
After they had left the Lanes, Kristen turned to Quinn. “You think we should waste time in trying to talk to your brother?”
“Yes!” Quinn said. “He has rather good insights, even if they are weird sometimes.”
“Let's powerwalk, then,” Kristen said.
“That won't save much time,” Cindy pointed out.
“I guess not,” Kristen said.
“It's only ten to fifteen minutes anyway,” Quinn said.
After Quinn and her friends had left, Jane went to her brother, Trent. “Hey.”
“Hey, Janie. The others have gone?” he asked.
“They have. But I need a lift to Dega Street.”
“Why?”
“I'm meeting someone for a school assignment. We're doing a short film on the Street,” Jane answered.
“Cool.”
“Let's go then.”
Quinn, Cindy and Kristen arrived back at the Morgendorffers. “No, Darian hasn't been home,” Jake said after Quinn asked him whether he had seen her brother.
“See, a waste of time,” Kristen said.
Quinn glared at Kristen before turning back to the her father. “I'll be back for dinner.”
“Sure.”
“Where are we going?” Cindy asked.
“I know Andrea will be home,” Kristen said.
“And how far away is her place?” Quinn asked.
“Not very far,” Kristen answered.
It took another fifteen minutes for them to walk the two blocks to Andrea's place. It looked ominous. “Looks foreboding,” Quinn commented. She could see two black curtains to the right of the front door.
“Let's go inside and get it over with,” Cindy said with a worried tone.
“Sure,” Kristen said.
Andrea was in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell. She then found Kristen and the others there.
“You're here for the project?” she asked.
“Yes,” Quinn answered.
“Cool,” Andrea responded. “Come up to my room.”
“Um, Sure,” Cindy said nervously.
“Why not in the kitchen?” Quinn asked.
“My room is better,” Andrea said with a smirk.
'Great!' Cindy said.
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