Everything in Erine’s home was ready for Terry’s arrival. Two meals laid cooling on his dining room table next to two glasses of red wine. The fireplace was lit and Ernie was in his best robe. Unfortunately, that was two hours ago. Ernie couldn’t understand why Terry hadn’t arrived yet. He knew that Terry had been in a meeting earlier that night but why had it lasted this late? And, why didn’t Terry send an owl? Questions flew through his mind as his eyes slowly closed and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Around midnight he was awoken by a knock at the door. Ernie looked around only to find that everything he had prepared for Terry was completely ruined. Dinner was cold, the fire was dieing and his wrinkled robes looked as bad as his matted hair. He felt slightly annoyed that he had fallen asleep but there was nothing he could do to fix his situation now. He brushed his fingers through his hair but it did little good. Ernie got up from his chair and walked to the door. He paused for a moment before opening it, unsure of what he felt at that moment. Was he happy that Terry was there? Or was he upset that Terry had come so late? He opened up the door.