Jon swept the house looking for an infant.
After a few minutes of searching, he came back to the living room. Nothing. There was no one else in the house. He had found a room with a crib in it, decorated in pink, but the crib was empty.
Panic dug into him. Had he lost the kid already? What was FemCorp going to do with him?
Back on the couch, he read through the rest of the letter, searching for answers. When he found none, he went through the box, taking out the plastic wrapped items and putting them on the coffee table.
At the very bottom, he found it. Another letter, written in the same style as the one he had found earlier. This one wasn't meant for him, though. It was... oh, God, Jon thought. It's meant for the person who is going to be playing the role of my child. That was why there was no infant in the house. That person hadn't arrived yet!
Just then, there was a knock at the door. That had to be the other person!
Jon got up, heart pounding, to let his new "baby" into the house.
