Peter waits a bit impatiently in the bedroom, arms folded. He turns his attention to the bedroom window, looking out at the driveway, making sure the children don't arrive early. Slight panic strikes when he envisions them showing up and getting dropped off early, if someone walked in the house or even heard what was going on moments earlier. Paranoia was toying with Peter's brain, as there wasn't anyone driving down the street. He took a big deep sigh, and patiently waited to escort Jim downstairs to the front door.