Call: I'm all alone, Pete. *sniffles* Yes, I'm outside the house and no one is answering the door. Luca is hiding from me. I just. I just can't. Do something, please.
Call: Oh God. What is wrong with that kid. Are you sure he's home? Anyway, I'll be right over, okay? *Scrambles with jackets and keys and shoes on his way through the hallway*











