It had taken a little longer to finish up at the wedding, the number of people showing up and Richie wanting to make sure he greeted everyone and that his mother wasn't over doing it. Finally they had said their farewells and he excused himself, turning down the invitation from some to go back to Mitchell's pub for a nightcap and heading back to Rachel's apartment instead.
When he approached the door he could smell a familiar smell of burning, a smell he was overly familiar with, after the battles of the last five years. He opened the door, the only light that from the fire burning in the fireplace. He reached out and flicked the light on in the living room, and saw Rachel curled up on the couch.
"Hey, sorry I'm so late," he said, closing the door behind him and crossing to the couch.