Neuvillette closed the front door behind himself, hanging the keys up on the small hook by the door. He straightened up again and looked for signs of Wriothesley.

"Wriothesley? Are you home?" He started to wander the house. Finally, he got to the bedroom. He opened the door slowly. He noticed Wriothesley laying on his side, curled up in a ball.

Neuvillette closed the door softly and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "Sweetheart.. What's wrong?" He asked.