“U-um…” Bowyetta was apprehensive. W-well… Bowyetta guesses will
being okay. Just please to not be telling anyone she is being here.”

Shortly
afterward, the rest of the Misfits up in the void heard a knock at the
door. “Can someone please get that?” Beep called from the kitchen.

But
the one who answered the door was barely tall enough to reach the knob
herself. When the door finally did open, Mr. Sir was greeted by what
looked to be a child-sized version of Bowyetta. She seemed confused by
him at first. “Who you?” she asked, and quickly twanged her string at him out of sheer instinct. She didn’t know if she should let him in or not…

The Repairman was taken aback at just how alike the child looked. Not even a bow in her hair or anything. She just looked like a mini-Bowyetta. Heck, she was barely taller than he was!

“Oh, hi,” he waved, peeking in a bit. “I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman, but you can call me Mr. Sir. Your mother and your …friends?…aunts?…roommates?… call me that.”

He couched, and pulled his tool cart closer.

“Anyway, I’m here to fix the Wall. Is now a bad time?”