Come to court

Playing come to court with our best friend, many hours already spent in his presence, over the course of a weekend, though we only camped one night.
I sit in my closet, crouched in the space behind my two plastic bins. I hear doors slamming, feet pounding, and small voices calling.
Hy is it, we're playing come to court, and they still haven't found me, though voices and feet now draw close.
"Hola!" Hy yells, I am found, and I am reluctantly drawn from behind the bins.