"Okay. If we do find more batteries I can leave some here with you after swinging back." He extracts them from the player.

J:  Thanks.  Please leave some extra paper in case I think of anything while you're gone.

"Sure." Rip rip here you go.

The jacket sleeve waves.

Cam and his batteries go down the stairs very carefully and out to the truck.

Neither the stairs nor the driveway are the most kempt they've ever been, but they don't like, eat him.

Are they sure? He's very appetizing.

He drives home for dinner and is gone for two hours.

Then he and Charlie are back, in the cop car this time.

A nearby stick picks itself up and waves at them.

"I'll be damned."

The less branchy end flips around towards him and stays there for a moment. 

....Not that unlike the posture of an offered handshake.  Stickshake.

...shake shake.

Shake shake indeed. 

Sweeping gesture up towards the attic?

"Do you actually need me to come in to the house, Cam?"

"No, if you'd rather wait in the car that's fine by me if the stick demo was good enough."

Charlie sits in the car. Pulls out a magazine to read by the ceiling light. "Don't be too long, this'll run down my car battery."

"You got it, Dad." Cam grabs his backpack, heavier than it was before, and heads into the house.

The stick leaves itself outside.  The jacket from earlier is putting itself on as Cam opens the door.  It beats him up the stairs despite getting caught for a moment on the bannister.  In the attic, there are two empty cassette cases floating; they wave too.

"Hi, everybody!" He starts unloading redundant Shakespeares, a Pride and Prejudice, a Great Gatsby, a To Kill a Mockingbird. He has spare batteries after all and puts fresh ones in the music player.

The jacket does a little spin in the air. 

J:  Thanks. 

"You're welcome." He leaves the rest of the battery pack on the bookshelf, arranges all the new books open to their first pages on the floor. Some of them are paperbacks and won't stay open, but he brought some rigid bookmarks that will be able to lever open the books they're in with little application of force.

The jacket takes a flat, smooth stone off a pile on the dresser and holds it above Cam's hand.  It floats sideways to do so, with the implied legs out of Cam's way.

"Do you want me to... put this rock in a book?"

....Shrug?