Bobby's grip on the banister relaxed a little as he was reassured that John was all right, although really, that just brought up more questions than it did answers. If John was fine, why was his mother here in their house?

At her request, he frowned and glanced at his mom as if seeking permission--or perhaps reassurance. "As I was just saying, I don't think that's a good idea," Madeline stated firmly, reaching up to pat Bobby's hand gently. He gave a small shrug, clearly not about to go against his mother's counsel at the moment.