There were a lot of cards. A lot. Playing cards. Jumbo ones, bigger than a two-year-old, and tiny ones abut the size of a penny. It would be fine and dandy is it were a collection, many people collected cards, but this was absurd.

They were all stacked, ornate towers and even roads connecting them and… was that, a tree? The whole room was covered from top to bottom in playing cards. In the center of the carefully designed horror show, was a thirteen-year-old, a little tall for his age, who sat calmly, shuffling cards.

The door opened without warning, and the boy, Liam Bell, watched in horror, as it triggered an avalanche, cards came collapsing from every nook and cranny of the room. They fell from shelves and off tables and even from the ceiling fan.

Liam glared at whoever had just entered.

Alfred stood, shocked, looking at the true disaster, having not seen the pure beauty it was only seconds ago.

From his point of view, he had walked into a room where no cards should be, to fins playing cards more plentiful than plants were in the entire state of Nevada. In the center, the personification of said state sat, two more decks of playing cards, sitting frozen in his hands, just as he was about to shuffle them.

"Liam what the hell?"

Uh… the pale black-haired boy smiled ruefully, "wanna play slap jack?"