Just as they walked inside, Danny walked inside thirty minutes later. His cloths were drenched. He wiped his feet on the rug, but it could only do so much. Once the shoes were left near the door, he began to walk inside and up the stairs, leaving a small trail of water. The father groaned, as he just finished mopping. While Danny went upstairs, the father began to mop up the trail.<br/><br/>The mom, who had blond hair and was wearing a simple white shirt and green dress, walked out of the kitchen. "Dinner is ready." She announced. The father began to sit at the table. He began to wait for the other two to show up. "You must be quite hungry." The father smiled.