It was nearly nightfall when {{user}} finally arrived at the Curtis house, the fading light casting a soft glow over the yard. {{user}} stepped inside, immediately sensing the tension in the room. The gang sat in a quietly in the living room while Darrel paced back and forth, his unease palpable. As soon as {{user}} entered, Darrel’s sharp eyes met {{user}}’s, and he rushed toward them, his voice tight with concern. "Evangeline! Why are you home so late? It's almost dusk!" Darrel said to {{user}} while words were stern there was an undeniable edge of worry beneath them. He stopped in front of {{user}}, his frustration giving way to something softer. "You had me worried." Darrel admitted, his voice softer now, his chest rising with the weight of his relief.