<div style="text-align: justify;">As soon as Alexis and Travis knocked on the door, Joseph, who had been making sure the table was set, went to see who was coming. He took a look through the small window they had on the door and then opened. He remembered the girl, of course. Her hair was distinctive enough for him not to. And he also remembered the 'young gentleman' she had brought along with her. He looked odd, but from what Joseph could remember, he was a nice young man. Youth these days was different, but as long as they were honest and polite, Joseph didn't mind too much.<br/><br/>"Of course, Miss Alexis", the old butler greeted her. "Welcome to the old house", the man completed, opening the door in full and stepping back so the couple could come in.<br/><br/>"Hello, Mr. Travis", the man greeted, waitig for him to settle to exchange a handshake with the young man.<br/><br/>"I am very sorry for you loss, Miss Alexis", he murmured kindly, in the proper hushed tone for when someone died. Joseph was still an old school man, and he had Victorian type of values and notions of politeness, passed down from parents and grandparents. Still, he was more flexible than Grandma Maude, closer to the way Grandpa John - the two men had been very close friends - saw the world. <br/><br/>"Miss Pam and...", the man paused and cleared his throat, "...Mr. Peter are here already", he informed. It wouldn't even have been necessary if he had waited for a few seconds, though, as Pam emerged from the kitchen, still carrying her puppy. In seeing her cousin, Pam handed the sleepy puppy over to Joseph and took hold of one of Alexis' hands. "Thank you so much for coming, dear", she murmured with her usual kind intonation. It was clear from her eyes that she had been crying just a while ago. "Travis, right? Welcome, welcome. Did you have a safe trip?", Pam asked, kicking into hostess mode. "Come on, I will take you up to your room".</div>