<em>Three in the morning and the lights are still on...</em>Jim groaned to himself as he approached, bringing a bright glow with him as he held a bunch of tiki torches in one hand and a lit one in the other. There was just one important thing missing--the car. Panting, he came into the door, extinguishing the lit torch dropping the rest on the ground, not really bothering with being quiet as he looked to his loyal wife, lying on the sofa. He chewed his lip with a pang of guilt, the same pangs that he'd been driving with when he hit the deer.<br/><br/>He shook her gently, looking to her with eyes that were tired and a little bit haunted, swallowing hard as he whispered, now realizing the party had died down. "Grace... Grace..." He'd normally have carried her upstairs, but he was just too tired after having walked a few miles down the road in the dark. "I'm sorry I worried you... had a little incident with a deer, nothing too bad, the tow truck will bring the car back in the morning." A wistful smile on his face as he looked into her eyes, pushing her hair back. "Thanks for staying downstairs for me..."