Biting his lower lip, Toni swiped at his eyes again, raising a hand to place a light knock on Summer’s door. After everything that happened today he just . . .he can’t be around Tony for the moment, and Summer’s home is the only other place that reminds him of home and he . . .he stands there waiting for his favorite redhead to answer.

Summer never has visitors. She scrambles out of her chair and pulls the door open, blinking up at Toni. “Toni?” Immediately she can tell something’s wrong. “What is it? Come in, come in.” She gestures him in, shuts the door. “What’s going on?”