It was always a gamble who would open the door at Erin's house. Normally, if it wasn't her, it would be her Mum. Sometimes, her Dad.

You rang the doorbell and waited patiently for an answer. The faint sound of footsteps sounded from the other side, and then the door swung open. Joe's eyes landed on you.

"Oh, hi {{user}}."

The old man offered plainly.

"Are you lookin' for Erin?"