As he gets to the door he hears a noise behind him and turns quickly, raising the rifle to fire as he drops to one knee. But it’s just Dylan, he pulled a box of Rice Crispies cereal out of a press and was rustling through the foil inner bag to get to them. Steve shakes his head and reaching into a cupboard hands him a bowl from the top shelf.
Steve: I’ve to teach you manners now too?
Leaving Dylan behind to feast on the cereal he enters the hallway. The walls here are covered in even more pictures than the kitchen and the faces of grandchildren and Brian’s now adult kids stare at him smiling. They were most likely all not smiling now and the pictures have an air about them similar to a graveyard. Steve looks at each one.