"So, no Dad in the picture?" Summer asked, head tilting, a little eager to get to know a little bit more about her seemingly sweet and quiet roommate. "And, yeah, Morty's younger, he's fourteen. You know, I never thought about him possibly coming here. I'm sure he would, because this place is loads better than things at home right now, but...I don't know. It's weird thinking of him here. I think he'd pretty much be freaking out the whole time because his socks suddenly didn't match or something. So you can imagine what he'd be like when all this other stuff everyone keeps mentioning starts happening."