Arriving home from a trip to the store, Wynn Dowell stood outside the front door to the house he shared with his younger brother. Balancing his shopping bags, filled with a couple groceries he knew they'd need for the week, he fumbled with the keys to unlock the door. He struggled a couple times, trying his hardest to get the key he needed free from the mass of keys on his chain and into the lock. He was having more than a difficult time and after a few failed attempts, the keys slipped from his grip and fell with a clang to the porch.
Muttering to himself, he knocked loudly on the door.
"Dylan!" he called through the thick wooden door, wrapping loudly at the glass window. He only hoped that his brother was there to let him inside.