Chuckling contentedly to himself, Indy leaves the wolf behind and slips quietly into the bedroom.

It's cooler in here. A light breeze drifts in through open window, billowing the closed curtains slightly, and the ceiling fan beats a monotonous rhythm above. It's dimmer too, the only light being provided by a solitary lamp on the left bedside table.

The door snicks shut, and peace descends again. Somehow Indy doubts that she's asleep yet, but he announces his presence in a low, hushed tone anyway.

"Hi honey, I'm home."