Booker said nothing to the people that had begun to speak, instead continuing to look at the crimson music player that was in the drawer. Although he did have to stand on his toes to look into the top drawer, he was able to see the little machine nonetheless. 

Hearing the door open, his head snapped over in it's direction and slowly approached the now open door, looking outside to see the larger room that he was now in, along with two others at the moment.

Still, he said nothing, and listened as the older man talked about them being his children. He didn't believe that at all, since he knew that he would be able to recognize his own father, as well as the fact that he seemed to be the only one in the room that wasn't fused with another animal. He kept his thoughts to himself, though, and slowly stepped forward when the man returned and the other boy was crying as he walked away from him. "I'm next." He said simply, taking more slow and cautious steps to the man.
 ~~~~~Father~~~~~
Father smiled. "Ah, Booker. You remember your name right?" He asked as Booker sat down on the plush couch 

Booker eyed the man and nodded slightly, still completely unsure if his name actually was Booker because of the other names still foating in his head. He was much more sure about that being his name since the man was the first person that wasn't himself to call him by the name. "I do."
"Wonderful." He smiled warmly. He leaned in to listen to Booker. "So, I bet you're head is filled with questions, so, Booker, fire away." He said with a smile. "I'm all ears and mouth."
"Why don't you look like us?" Booker answered almost instantly, wanting to know as much about this man as possible. He looked like a regular human being, and not a human-animal hybrid like him and the others.

"You look fine Booker, don't worry about that." He stated. "You're special to me, and you were special to your mother too. We keep you here to protect you and teach you...Well I do..." He sighed. "I know I keep a tight leash on you kids, but after your mother passed it's been hard for me to keep up with you and I can't bear to lose you. I know you look different, I know you do. It's hard, I won't lie. That's why you're here."

Booker was still skeptical about the man, but decided not to press on that question much further than needed. It seemed to him that the man was avoiding the question, but he still had more questions to be answered. "When did mother pass away?" He asked him, deciding to act like he believed the man about being his father.
"You really don't remember, do you? She passed away two years ago in a plane crash. It was tragic, all over the news." He stated. "We cried for so long. She was...Any more questions?"

"One more." He said plainly, deciding to see if he could find a way to do research about the woman who the man had called his mother. "Where are we?"
"Home." He said. "On an island in the middle of nowhere thanks to some higher up people. See they wanted me and your mother to come here with you two. They think you'll listen to me when I train you." He stated.

He wondered about the kind of training he would receive, but ince he had told the mant hat it was his last question, he simply nodded and took a small step back. "Thank you. I'll let the others talk to you now."

"Alright Booker, oh we'll be eating soon. Your favorite!" He smiled and waited for the next person.
Booker smiled slightly as he walked away, hoping that they would be eating bug or small animals.