Oz looked at him then started looking at the labels on the boxes while looking for things for
the kitchen to unpack, sorta in his own little world and not listening to anything
this is how he usually is when he is thinking.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."