Lewis let out a long sigh as he took a step into the door, phasing through it, and appearing on the other side, deciding to give the poor girl some sleep. He'd just have to bother her in the morning til she shaped up to the situation. It didn't take too much exploring before Lewis found the living room. The family was definitely well-off, far better than Lewis' situation growing up. For a moment, Lewis' mind wander into thinking of his mother, and what she could be doing. Not that it mattered, as she wouldn't be able to see him at all. Sitting down on the couch, Lewis picked up the remote for the living room TV, fiddling back and forth with it. For a moment, Lewis thought about turning the TV on, just to annoy Lily, but opted against it. Instead, Lewis leaned back on the couch. Despite being dead, for the most part, Lewis felt exhausted, almost as if he was going to fall asleep, but sleep wouldn't take Lewis. Instead, the ghost of the young man simply rested his head back on his hand, staring around the room, desperately hoping to catch glimpse of something that he could play with, but to no avail. A dog toy here or there, a couple of magazines, and a cook book resting on the kitchen bar. Lewis had seen homes like these before, the stereotypical upper-middle class family home, complete with absolute boredom and lacking variety.