Tommy awakens Selina asking her to make him some food a few hours later.

Selina slowly stirred from a peaceful and deep slumber to the sound of a voice. "Selina?" asked Tommy as he shook her, "Selina?" he said again a few seconds later. Her eyes fluttered open, and Tommy stood expectantly at the side of a bed that, to be fair, was his anyway. "Hey big man," Selina said with a smile. "Feel better?" Tommy asked. Selina nodded. "What's up?" she asked. "Well," Tommy began, "my mommy says I gotta ask her before I have milk and cookies, and I want some, but mommy's not here, so since you're kinda a grown-up like my mommy maybe I should ask you--can I have some milk and cookies?" he said. Selina laughed. It was cute that he'd mustered the self-control to ask. Selina would not have managed that at his age. "Sure," she chuckled. "And can you have some with me?" he said. Tommy was clearly lonely . . . he wanted attention, and a kid this age should really have somebody around. Selina nodded with a smile as she got up from Tommy's bed and headed for the kitchen.

Tommy pointed his new friend to the location of the milk glasses and where his mom hid the cookies, or at least where she put them thinking they were hidden. Selina got out both and poured two glasses of milk, setting the cookies on the table. She sat down, as Tommy already had. "Do you know how to eat 'em?" he asked, "they're oreo cookies," he explained. Selina was pretty sure she knew what he was talking about, but she decided to humor him. "What do you mean?" she asked. Tommy carefully took the top of the cookie and twisted it off, leaving only the bottom half with the filling. He then dipped the top half of the cookie into the milk glass and ate it. He then did the same with the bottom half. "My uncle taught me," he said, "I like these cookies 'cause they're the only kind it works with." Selina smiled, trying it herself. The top half snapped in two as she tried to take it off. "That happens sometimes, but you'll get the hang of it," he said, optimistic. "Well as long as I've got you to teach me, I'm sure I'll be fine," she said kindly. Tommy smiled.

Tommy actually devoured most of the oreo cookies in the container. Crumbs were scattered around his mouth. He leaned back with a full belly at the end of the session. His stomach stuck out a little bit--apparently he could cook, but could not cook healthy food. His belly was a bit pudgy. "Did you like them?" Tommy said. Selina nodded pleasantly.

Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. "Open up! Police!" came the familiar call. Selina's eyes widened. She looked panicked at Tommy. She hated to drag him into this, but she saw no other choice. "Tommy," she said in a worried whisper, "I gotta hide, and you have to tell them you're alone!" she said, scared as she stood up and tried to scurry off in the direction of his room. Tommy tilted his head in confusion. "I thought you were a police lady?" he said. Selina again shushed him, knowing she had to be quiet, "Just do it! You gotta help me! Please!" she said as she shuffled back and close the door to Tommy's room as quietly as she could. From there, Selina listened.

Tommy got up from the table and went to the door, opening it. "Hey there little fella," said a single male voice that Selina thought sounded familiar, "what's your name?" "Tommy," came the answer. "I'm Sargent Grubman," said the man. That was it! Selina had known this cop for years--good guy, very by-the-book, but always nice. He was about sixty years old with a white mustache and a bulging, bouncing belly from way too many doughnuts over the years. Selina never saw him the in the gym. He was short too--a body that short wasn't made to carry his girth. "Are you here all by yourself?" Grubman asked. "Yes," Tommy responded. "Are you all right? Do you need anything?" the officer inquired. Tommy went on to explain the reason for his mother's absence but also noted the bountiful provisions he had in the house, making sure to mention the cookies he so loved. Selina stood with her ear against the door in his room as sweat formed on her forehead. She hoped he would buy it.