After arriving home, Chase goes to his room, changing his clothes from his soccer practice outfit to a white tee shirt, loose dark blue jeans, and white socks. He brushes his hair, which had a few tangles in it, before heading to the kitchen on the first floor. Wandering over to the kitchen, he could hear his mother in the study that was next to the kitchen, and he smiles. He loved his mother, she did so much for others despite all the things they were going through. Grabbing a banana and a glass of milk, he goes back upstairs to his room, and turns on the TV that was set on a stand.<br/><br/>Sitting on his bed, he flicks the channels, not seeing really anything that he wanted to watch, so instead puts in a DVD of a movie he had bought recently, but not had the time to watch until now. He takes a bite of his banana, and sits back on his bed, his mind wandering over to Wendy...she was so amazing, and cool. Kind and caring, independent. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of her, she was definitely someone he wanted to be friends with. Finishing off the banana and milk, he pauses the movie to take the glass and peel down to the kitchen.<br/><br/>He could hear his mother still...she was talking on the phone to someone. From what he could hear, she sounded upset... Was she talking to his dad? He tip toes over tot he closed door of the study, pressing his ear against the wood, and listens. "What do I have to do to prove to you that I meant what I said?" Pause. "Yes, I know that...yes...no, I-What I meant was...alright...good bye..." His mother sighs, and he hurries away from the door. Yes, most definitely it was his dad. He pulls out the slip of paper with Wendy's number on it, and dials what she had written, hopefully she would answer.