He stumbled out of his room toward the bathroom and suddenly froze. There were workmen dressed in coveralls in his house. They didn't seem to notice him.
None of the workmen talked. It was eerily quiet. He tried to get in their way, and talk to them, but they simply moved around him like any obstacle, blank looks on their faces.
They acted more like robots than people. He discovered if he stayed out of their way, they didn't seem to be affected by his presence. But what were they doing?
A large group of them was swarming around Mikey's room. They were taking the stuff out of his drawers and closets and neatly folding it before placing it into boxes, which they carted out. Each box had some sort of barcode on it.
Mikey slept in the middle of this, completely unaware. He slipped past the workers and tried to wake his little brother. But nothing worked. He lifted him up and trying to carry him out of the room.
Two of the workers approached him, and he thought for a moment they were going to try to stop him, but they went for Mikey. He tried to resist, but they were larger and stronger than he was. "Stop that!!" He yelled. But it was like talking to a rock. One stripped Mikey out of his pajamas and packed them up with the rest of the clothes. They then packed up Mikey himself, putting some sort of wrist barcode on him, like a medical bracelet. and carried him out.
After they removed everything, they started cleaning the room. Dozens of others swarmed the house, removing photos from the wall and every other part of the building, erasing every trace of Mikey.
