nothing like a little late night epinephrine

Panic over, the sixteen year old did finally make it home from work. (aren't you glad I spared you the play by play thus far?)

He works two miles up the road. There is really only one way to get there. He got off at 8:57. Paul got home at 9:40 and had not passed him. I drove the two miles and back and did not pass him. He sounded irritated when I called to him through his closed bathroom door. I wonder if I sounded irritated or genuinely worried or just relieved.

Most people can walk a mile in twenty minutes fairly easily, many can walk it in fifteen. I'm not sure how or where he's walking.