"Ah!"

Martin startled, heart in his throat. It had been so quiet, he'd been thinking of...something. Something that wasn't a loud, young voice or the bap on the head! He blinked, staring dumbly at the paper ball in his lap while one hand patted where it'd bounced off.

What is...? Oh.

Oh!

Quickly, he got to work unfolding, scanning the page until he hit...well, he ought to have known right away, seeing printed type and a splash of color. Not his. He felt a twinge of disappointment, his body losing tension very quickly with a long sigh.

Tension that came back a bit when he realized he still had company. He straightened up against the wall, still clutching the page.

"Oh– no, this...this one isn't mine, I'm afraid. I was hoping..."