Once upon a time, while I was spending my summer holidays in Valle D'Aosta (a little Italian region, filled with mountains), I went with my friends at Johnny's.
Johnny is a person native of those places.
We ringed and we got answer by his mother.
We asked: "Is there Johnny?"
And she answered: "No, he's somewhere outside"
He arrived just in that moment, driving his car.
This would be perfectly normal, if we exclude the fact that at that time he was 13.