He headed next door. He would try to see if the Rileys would know where his family was, and why their daughter was in his house.
He knocked on the door, but it didn't seem to be latched and swung right open. "Hello?" He said, entering.
The room was full of boxes. He found the Rileys unpacking things in their kitchen.
"As soon as we are finished unpacking the dishes, we'll get dinner ready. Why don't you go wash up?" Emily said.
"Wash up? I just wanted to know why Stacy is next door..."
"Stacy? Stacy who?" Sam asked. "Did you meet some of the neighbors?"
"Stacy, your daughter," Jon insisted.
They seemed to not hear him. "Listen to your mother and go get washed up for dinner," Sam said.
Mother? What the hell? He tried to make a break for it, but Emily stopped her. "And where do you think you are going?"
