After several minutes of discovering the only effect he had on his family was an occasional pause, as if they heard him on some level, he decided to try something else.
Perhaps he wasn't thinking rationally when he slipped out the front door, still dressed in his pajamas and walked across the street to where his neighbor, Mrs. Wilson, was perpetually working in her garden in the morning. "Good morning, Mrs. Wilson."
She ignored him. So it wasn't just his family. He turned back toward his house...
