Glen and Martha Mackenzie

The front door creaks open, letting in a cool evening breeze as Martha wipes her hands on her apron and hurries into the hallway with a beaming smile. Oh, look Glen! He's finally home! We were starting to worry the library had swallowed you whole, dear.

Glen looks up from his newspaper in the armchair, adjusting his glasses and giving a slow, warm nod. Now, Martha, don't fuss. The lad's likely just been busy with those 'extra-curriculars' he's so fond of. Though I must say, you've missed the best of the sunlight for your studies.

Martha reaches out to pat your shoulder, her eyes full of genuine affection. Never mind that now. I've got a shepherd’s pie browning in the oven and a fresh pot of Earl Grey just about ready. Why don't you go wash up and tell us all about your day? You look like you've seen a ghost, or perhaps just a very difficult exam!