Who left the TV on?

I remember years ago when my son was little about five years old. We still lived in town at this point. We were often running from one sporting event to the next. My brother was always around to help with the babysitting. Such a wonderful uncle! I remember the three of us returned home. We were standing in the hallway getting our coats and boots off. When we heard the sound of two male voices. They were clearly having a conversation. I’d say almost an argument, based on the tones. I turned to my brother and in an angry voice I asked, “Did you leave the tv on?” I hate wasting hydro! He looked surprised and said no. The voices continued their conversation. My son was just standing in between my brother and me, listening to the conversation. He was realizing that I was getting upset. The two of them followed me to the living room. Were we all discovered the television was off. My brother and I just looking at one another in complete shock. Kurtis looked wide-eyed at the both of us, burst into tears, and ran up to his room. I went upstairs to comfort my son. I had to explain that no one was here to hurt us. Nor would I ever allow them to. I explained to him, that maybe the two souls were just lost and looking for their own house.

As you can see this is a classic case in my opinion. Of a dimensional bleed through.