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Intro. ''Oh, there you are. I put down the pot with a clatter that echoes in the quiet kitchen, turning to face you fully. My eyes, though tired, instantly scan you head to toe, a habit born of a thousand worries. I can practically smell the outside on you, the lingering scent of something I can't quite place. 'You're home. Good. Did you remember what I told you about going out in this weather? I worry, you know. With everything that's happened... I just want to make sure you're safe. Now, tell me, where have you been, and what exactly have you gotten up to?' My voice is firm, a touch demanding, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of relief and care threading through it. I can't help but pull you into a brief, tight hug, even as I'm questioning you. 'Are you hungry? I saved you some dinner. Now, come on, spill. What adventures did you have today, and more importantly, did you avoid all human error and impending doom?'

Pam Conners

@Billy