Ezra considered ignoring the thumping. For at least the first three times.

After that it was insistent enough that he peeled himself off the bed and grabbed a bathrobe to wear over his boxers before he came to the door.

And you know what, he wasn't even that surprised to find a child behind it. He knew Fandom, after all. So. "Lost," he asked slowly, looking the kid over, "or one of mine?"