John shows up as I am lying down reading a book or relaxing.  He is carrying a large stuffed animal but it is one of those cheap carnival ones and not a truly soft and fluffy thing.  He hangs it up on the wall, beneath one of the shelves, and is charming, smiling, friendly.  I am feeling uncomfortable and suspicious as he asks me what I’m doing.  I explain that I’m kind of busy but this doesn’t seem to bother him.  Angela enters the room and is aloof, sort of standoffish, while I puzzle over why they are both in my bedroom and what, precisely, it is John wants from me.