Charlie was running late. He was pretty sure that they wouldn't care but he had almost been unable to leave the cottage. He hadn't seen his mother in so long that he was afraid to leave, thinking she'd be gone again when he came back. He wanted to see the others, though. To take stock of who exactly had come back in time.
He made his way into the mansion and followed the sounds of talking to find where everyone was. Wearing only a t-shirt and some jeans, his jacket draped over his arm, he looked around the room.