"MOM! MOM! Where is my new Bray Wyatt t-shirt?" Colton yelled down the hallway.

Tayler rolled her eyes. "Did you look in your dresser?"

"No."

"Look in the third drawer."

There was silence for a few minutes. "Not there!"

"Refold the shirts NEATLY and put them back in the drawer. Then look in your closet. Some of your shirts are hanging up." A long, tortured groan followed. "It's your shirt, I haven't worn it. And your clothes need to be neat!" Grumbling and the sound of a drawer slamming filtered down the hall causing a smile to flit across Tayler's face before she called, "Cut that out!"

"Devin, did you take my shirt?"

"Why would I take your stupid shirt? I don't even like stupid Bray Wyatt and it wouldn't fit anyway. You're too fat!"

"CUT IT OUT!" Tayler yelled down the hall at both of her children, exasperated at the shouting that was filling the house.

"MOM! Colt is in my room!" Tayler started down the hallway ready to dish out some Momma-justice as she heard her boys shouting at each other.

She spun on her heel as a knock at the front door made her shriek. "Of course! Someone has to show up right NOW!" She threw open the front door and glared into the startled face of a formerly-smiling Jon.

"Uh… Hi?" he mumbled.

"MOM!" Devin shouted.

Tayler spun away from the door and marched down the hall. Jon carefully opened the door, stepped inside, and closed the door behind himself. He took off his shoes and placed them in the shoe rack with everyone else's and then sat on the sofa. He could hear Tayler laying down the law in the back of the house. "Don't let me have to come back here again! YOU stay out of HIS room. You don't enter without permission. You don't touch his stuff. And YOU, YOU don't touch your brother for ANY REASON. Am I clear?" There was silence. She asked the question again. "AM I CLEAR?" Jon heard some mumbling. "What was that?"

A faint "Yes, ma'am." drifted through to his ears.

"I am going to the living room. When I come back, BOTH of these rooms had better be straight. I bet that shirt will turn up as you to are cleaning. Bet me, boys. Bet me." Jon could hear her coming down the hall. She sat in the recliner quietly and took a couple of steadying breaths. "Sorry about that. Major crisis. A Bray Wyatt shirt has gone missing, so it is okay to pummel one's brother."

Jon couldn't help but smirk. "Over a Bray Wyatt shirt? No way! Now if it was a Dean Ambrose shirt, that would be another story."

Tayler glared. "Not helping."

"Ooops." Jon smiled his crooked grin and crossed one ankle over his knee. "How can I help, Ms. Tayler? I am here to service you. I mean, serve you!"

Tayler bit her lips and glared at him. "You are NOT being adorable. This is not working." Jon looked at her and blinked hard. "Just tell me why you are here." She wiped her hand across her forehead. "Wait a second… How did you know where I lived? And how did you get here?"

Jon cleared his throat. "Um, well, ya see…" He stopped talking and sat quietly.

Tayler tapped her fingers on her knee. "I've got all day. And you know my mood."

Jon rushed his answer. "Colby and I were goofing off in the backseat and Joe didn't like it and he stopped the car and gave us a warning but we didn't stop and I got I trouble again and Galina said she knew where you lived and Joe said it wasn't that far out of the way and I said I-didn't-think-he-would-do-it-so-he-dropped-me-at-the-end-of-the-street-and-told-me-to-walk-please-don't-be-mad."

Tayler pinched the bridge of her nose. She whispered, "You expect me not to be mad. Jon…" She took a deep breath. "Jon…" She tried again but stopped to take another deep breath. "Jon, when do you need to be in New Hampshire? How do you expect to get there? And what do you think I am supposed to do with our regular life? Hmmm? The life that we are getting back to now that vacation is over?" She took another deep breath.

He spoke softly. "I hadn't thought about that." he admitted as another knock sounded at the door.