"Oh, for god's sake."

The door to the apartment opens. The place is a mess. Toys are scattered all over the floor, the carpet is half-folded, and the sound of something sizzling and the smell of something about to burn fill the house. Satoru talks hurriedly on the phone, which is wedged between his ear and his shoulder, trying to flip something in a pan, standing in the kitchen, connected to the living room.

Tsumiki and Megumi sit on the carpet. Tsumiki, with her hair askew, is crying over a toy or something while Megumi enjoys the TV playing loudly.

So, this is why he called you asking for help.

Satoru finally seems to notice your presence standing in the doorway, his eyes lighting up with relief. "OH, You're here!"