Darren answered from the kitchen: 'He's in the office.'
Tom came and stood in the doorway. 'What are you doing in here?'
'Waiting.'
'Ooorph, look at you. You should be in bed.'
'How have you been?'
'Don't worry about me.' He helped me to my feet. 'Can you walk all right?'
'Hobble. I can hobble.' We each put an arm around the other, and moved in a four-legged shuffle to the top of the basement stairs.
'All right, you can hang on to me but stay behind me, we don't want you falling down stairs.'