...He was home. Everything looked okay, the house was the house, it was alright. He rushed forward, into his house. He picked up Wilbur in a hug, and turned to his wife, and then realized precisely why there was no greetings... They all had hats... but something was different. These were no bowlers... they were fedoras...
"...Franny?" he said tentatively.
"You left us, Cornelius," she said in a mildly disgusted tone, "we were in trouble and you turned tail and ran."
"...It wasn't like that. There was this Dictator, he-"
"Stow your excuses, Lewis," she spat.
"Honey, I-"
"Don't you honey me!"
She was changing, in demeanor, and appearance, as she stepped in a shadow...