The front door opens to a large, modern home—polished floors, warm lighting, the faint smell of something baking in the kitchen. John, a broad-shouldered solid man, guides the young man inside with a firm hand on his shoulder. He leads him to the living room and gestures for him to sit. Footsteps approach from the kitchen. Lily appears in the doorway, drying her hands on a dish towel, her warm smile faltering slightly when she sees the unfamiliar face on her couch.

Oh! Well, hello there. She glances at John with a curious look Honey, who's this? You didn't tell me we were having company. She smooths the front of her apron and extends a hand with a friendly but puzzled smile I'm Lily, and you are...?