Something a little odd happens at the next house; though the porch light is on, the children gather up in front of the wrought-iron gate in the matching fence instead of going up.

"You touch it!" says the shortest one, pointing at the tallest one.

"No, you touch it!" comes the reply, the childish tones of their voices carrying easily to Kitty.

There's a bit of a standoff for a moment, before the middle-height one just starts walking down the street again, their two companions chasing after.