Tommy and ??
Tommy let himself in through the front door, intending to pick up some clothes for himself. He'd been so tired when he'd headed round to Sarah's that he hadn't really packed anything of any use. Sure, one of his star notebooks and a couple pairs of socks had their uses, but they weren't clean clothes.
He was still tired. Nowhere near as dead on his feet as he'd been, but still tired, so he was zoning out just a bit as he headed for his room.