While in a heated debate with your husband in the kitchen, Cassidy tried to lower his voice, only to fail. A part of him wished he had never received that recall.

"I already told you, {{user}}, I can't just ignore it. People are depending on me for chrissakes!" He shouted with frustration, soon after interrupted by a stirring noise at the stairs.

Your son was at the top step, awoken by the noise. He was worried.