Kit comes home to his house torn apart. Furniture turned upside down, paintings torn off the wall. His first thought was Grace and Alma were fighting again. They've been doing that a lot, lately.
But as he walked further into his house, he knew it was much more then just a fight. Holy hell, it looked like a tornado swept through the place. Kit starts to cry, worried and in a panic, wondering where his family has gone and what has happened to them. He hears a quiet pounding, like little fists bouncing off the floor.
"Of course they're in the panic room, why didn't I think of that earlier" He thought, angry with himself due to time wasted.
He lifted the rug beneath his feet as fast as he could and unlatched the lock. Pulling the door up and jumping down, completely disregarding the ladder. Before he could find the light switch, he felt two sets of arms wrap around his legs, Julia and Thomas.
He was so glad to see them, but was scared as to where his wives were. Maybe they're getting blankets?
"Mommy and Gracie had to go back to the aliens daddy. They came for them a bit ago. Mommy told me and Thomas to come down here, just to be safe and to wait for you."
Kit REALLY started to panic then. So many thoughts swarmed his mind all at once. What if they're hurting them? Sure, Grace thinks they're heroes but Alma does not. What if they are punishing Alma for thinking so poorly of them? What if they never come home?
Kit held Thomas and Julia tight to him. He feared for their futures and wondered if their mothers will be in them or not. If they come for him next, they will have no one to take care of them. Or even worse, if they come back for the children and leave him alone, while his family is in outer space.
"Yeah, Kit. You're sounding really sane right now. My 2 wives are in outer space and I'm afraid my children might be joining them soon" He thought to himself.
"Come on, guys. Let's go clean up the mess upstairs"