"I think somebody put the Indiana Jones movies on the list for Pam's thing. I could probably get one or two of them on DVD if I rework my list a little. I'm gonna have to do that for Ivy's oil anyway." He supposed that if they found a safe place he might have time tonight.
When they arrived at the end of the path he felt his gut sink, seeing that the house was as dark as the mill. The doorway to the game porch looked like a gaping maw without the door present, and he looked up at the windows, of the second floor, hoping to see any flicker of movement or light that might indicate someone was inside. Nothing.
"Should we throw a rock again?" he found himself asking quietly, feeling that edge of worry and panic working its way back up his spine again. "Just in case?"