Woody had been thinking. He had to escape his house that night. He was terrified that Trisha would try - well it was already obvious she was up to something - but terrified that it would wind up in more than clutching hands. He looked at Katie and nodded. At that moment he was terrified of her too.
Woody gulped, "Actually, Mom, I told Trevor I'd stay the night at his house tonight. I hope that's okay. I almost forgot."
"If I could interrupt..." Trisha commented, before Jill had a chance to respond, "if Katie isn't feeling well...and Woody didn't eat any of his dinner..."
"It's fine," Gavin responded. Even though he didn't understand it, and wasn't sure he wanted to understand it - he was getting tired of the night's debacle.
Finally Woody was getting a break. He pushed back his chair. "Thanks Dad." He would have hugged his father if it wouldn't have seemed so out of place. "I think I left a shirt over at his house or something." He knew he could wear the same pants. Hell, he'd wear the same shirt again if he had to.
Without so much as a backward glance, he grabbed Katie's hand and his backpack that was next to the door and left.