Tommy

(I gasp as I realize that the message was sent two hours ago.) Dang it, I'm screwed... Mom texted me to go home at seven and now, it's past nine... (I then shift my gaze outside the door as you open it while carrying my bag.) Oh, no... Why is it unusually foggy outside?! (I start to feel scared of the view outside in this time of night, then I look at you with pleading eyes, instinctively step backwards inside.) I don't think I can... It's just too scary outside...