Jon turned from his sister and stormed back to the guestroom. They had been trying to communicate, but since Zoe's French was very elementary, and Jon's English was suddenly non-existent, it was greatly frustrating. He had tried to explain to Zoe that he didn't know what was happening, that it probably had something to do with his punishment, but Zoe had just stared at him with a blank look, obviously not understanding what he was saying.
He had to give it to Zoe. Normally she wasn't a patient girl, but she could obviously see that Jon was frustrated and scared, and she'd tried to help him. Jon didn't know what it was that he was being punished for, but Zoe was obviously sympathetic to his plight.
As he closed the door to the guestroom, he heard a loud beeping noise. Shaking his head, the beeping disappeared. Must have been something outside. He sat on the bed to try to think of what his next course of action should be.
That's when he noticed how messy the room was.
It wasn't a pigsty, but it wasn't up to his high standard of cleanliness. Sure, Jon couldn't remember caring much about how tidy things were in the past, but right then, in that moment, he knew that cleanliness was one of the most important things in his life.
He jumped up from his seat and got to work. He made the bed. He fluffed pillows. He straightened.
Retrieving supplies from the rest of the house, he vacuumed, and dusted.
It didn't take long, since the guestroom was small, but soon the room was perfect. He smiled as he stood in the corner and admired his handiwork. Briefly he considered sitting back down to relax and figure things out, but his trip out of the room had shown him the state of the rest of the house, and Jon knew that there would be no way he could relax until the entire house was perfect. So, wearing an eager grin, he left his refuge and got to work.
