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It took days. But, eventually late one morning, a taxi pulled up on the driveway. Ford stepped out, squinting in the sunlight. He'd been indoors, and even underground this hole time, and he'd been dozing off during the ride home. As a result, the sun seemed almost too bright. With an unusual slowness and carefulness - tiredness - he walked up to teh door and out of pure habit put the keys in the lock, pausing in slight surprised to find it unlocked. He never left it unlocked it he left the house. Right. Darcy must be there. Probably Casper. He'd heard that they were cooperating in caring for Francis. That was a good thing.

He pocketed his keys again. A few seconds passed. Then he sighed, and pushed the door open.