George knocked on the door when he reached it, feeling a bit foolish. There was no response. Of course there was no response. No one was home.
He was surprised when he tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. Perhaps Padraig had been here after all and forgotten to lock up? Unsure, he stepped inside.
"Padraig?" he called out, weighing the danger of sneaking up on anyone here versus the danger of them knowing he was coming. He hear a bubbling sound from the kitchen and walked in, squinting at the pot of water on the stove. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Padraig in the corner. With a very large knife.