Dave bolted to his feet. He cocked his head to the left, and stared at the light fixture suspiciously for approximately seventeen seconds. It was time for him to leave.
He turned on his heel and headed for the door, but stopped abruptly. How could he leave his bench? How could he even consider leaving his bench?!
On the other hand, it was time to be home. There was no way around that fact. He couldn't simply ignore the summons.
He puzzled over his dilemma for nearly three seconds, but the pull was becoming too strong. So, thinking quickly, he did the only thing he could possibly do. He picked up the bench. The bench would come home with him.
Dave was VERY strong.