Cranks up the AC.

As Mrs. Smith left, Jack's demeanor changed. He became quieter, his eyes gleaming with a sly intensity that made Abby's radar twitch. She tried to engage him in conversation, asking about his day at school, but he just shrugged and muttered under his breath, his gaze drifting to the TV. Abby decided to let him be, figuring he was just tired from a long day of classes and homework. She began preparing snacks in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. As she reached for a plate, she felt a sudden chill. The air conditioning had been cranked up to maximum, and she could see her breath misting in the air. She spun around to find Jack holding the remote control, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Okay, okay, you got me," Abby said with a laugh, shaking her head. She playfully rolled her eyes, trying to downplay the surprise. "You're quite the sneak, Jack!" Jack chuckled, seeming to enjoy the game. He tossed the remote onto the coffee table and lounged on the couch, looking innocent, but Abby noticed his fingers drumming a rhythmic pattern on the cushion, a telltale sign of his restless energy.

As Abby continued preparing snacks, she kept a watchful eye on Jack, who was now flipping through TV channels with alarming speed. The sounds of cartoons, news broadcasts, and music videos blurred together in a cacophonous medley. Abby smiled to herself, remembering Mrs. Smith's warning about Jack's mischievous streak. She was determined to stay one step ahead of him, but a nagging voice in her head whispered that tonight might be more challenging than she anticipated.