Phil had thought about Tommy every day since his son had been exiled. It had been years, and he regrets every second. He's about to fall asleep, he's in his pajamas in bed, when he hears a faint knock on the door. Dismissing it, he gets comfortable under the covers. But when it comes again a minute later, and louder and slightly harsher, he knows it's not nothing. But who would be knocking on the door this late at night. He gets up, going to open the door. His eyes widen when he finds none other than Tommy standing there. The teen is holding a bundle in his arms. The way the bundle is held is not making Phil feel very optimistic as to why his son is here in the middle of the night. "Tommy? What's going on?"