The man stood at the front door, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door.

Marvin opened the door and shutting it behind him, looking for Whizzer. Dinner hadn't been made, and the house seemed uncleaned. Something he told a sleepy Whizzer to do before he left for work and to help out with Jason.

He groaned, throwing his keys aside. This was the 4th time this week that this happened. He hated this.

"Whizzer!" He yelled out. He did not sound happy.