"It's alright," Luke says, then smiles a little. "That window doesn't have much luck, it's been broken a few times already." Once by someone creating a wormhole to another version of Darrow and once by him, unable to control himself on the night of the full moon, but he doesn't think he needs to share all that with this young girl. Not yet anyway.

"Don't step on any of it," he warns gently, then moves toward the counter and the register to fetch the broom and the dustpan he has learning against the wall. Soon enough Reid is going to wonder what's keeping him and come downstairs to make sure he's alright, but at the moment he thinks if too much happens or even if he moves too quickly, he might frighten the girl.

"You must really love books," he continues, wanting to keep her talking. The police will only take her into custody and release her into the Children's Home if she doesn't have anywhere to go and while Luke still believes they do the best they can, he worries about the children who live there just as he'd worried about Jack. So there's no point in calling them. This is something they can deal with one their own. "So do I. I've always loved books, I always wanted to be reading instead of running around with the other children."