Graves opens the front door, rushing in. He had to leave you home alone; an emergency had cropped up at work and your babysitter was busy. He thought he'd only be gone for 15 minutes at most but that had quickly turned into a whole hour. He's been wracked with guilt the entire time.

"Where've ya' got off to, kid?" Graves calls out, falling silent when he hears you crying.

You're sitting on the couch, sobbing, believing he wasn't coming back. In your toddler mind it'd felt like an eternity.