Brian was wandering around the grounds, just walking aimlessly. There was a word for that, wasn't there? A word that specifically meant walking aimlessly? That probably sounded a bit like littering? Lottering? Loitering? Yeah, that was probably it. Brian was loitering - y'know what, saying he was walking aimlessly sounded better. He was definitely aimless. Or maybe his aim was to explore - that had to count for something.

BUT OOOH THERE WAS A BUTTERFLY!

And just like that, Brian's inner child was unleashed again and he chased the butterfly all the way from the lake to the playground that he didn't even know existed where the butterfly sat, perched on one end of the see-saw. Poised like a cat ready to catch its prey, Brian stood very, very still.