And speak of the devil! From outside came the sound of a motor vehicle turning onto the driveway, as the father of the family arrived home from work, in his practical choice of transportation; a twin-cab pick-up with a campershell on the bed. Climbing out and slamming the door shut firmly, John Stevenson rubbed his chin and yawned a bit; it had been a hard day at the garage, and he was looking forward to putting his feet up and having a little rest. He walked up the path and through the front door.<br/><br/>"Hallo! I'm back!" he called in his deep, sonorous voice.