Kira watched as Baba Razz left the room, heading into his bedroom. She remained standing as she waited for him while wondering what he was up to.

Seconds passed, then minutes.

She was about to go check if he was okay since he was taking too long, but then he came out carrying a medium-sized foam—just big enough to fit the not-too-big space of his cabin's living room.

"Help me move those carved chairs and the table," he said to her, the foam balanced in his arms.

Kira showed no hesitation ...