The past few days had been a mess. Frank was still more than a little bewildered as to what was going on or what had truly caused him to show up in this place- much less to show up here with a very much alive Alice- but he had a feeling it was more than just some bloke claiming to be a deity. That, however, had all been put aside with the recent bad weather, and he and Alice had simply been doing what they could to make sure their house would make it through the storm.
Though the storm still raged outside, it didn't seem to be quite as bad this morning as it had been the night before- still, strange noises woke Frank from his slumber, and he snuck out of bed, careful not to disturb Alice as he did, so he could go investigate. What he found- or, rather, who he found- made Frank pause in his tracks.
A young boy was standing in the main room of the house, looking rather lost and bewildered- an expression that Frank recognized as one he'd worn rather frequently, of late. But there was something more to him- a certain familiarity. No, it couldn't be... could it?
"Neville?" Frank called, keeping his distance just in case he was wrong.