"Welcome home," he said, "Do I want to know how you got there?"
"You guys were very deep in thought that…"
"You travelled underground, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. How did you know? Can you read my mind or something?" I asked my father, taking a seat beside him and placing my bag on the ground before my feet.
"No, you've actually just lost your touch because you are simply dropping mud everywhere you go," he said. I looked back to see the brownest set of footprints gracing the carpets in a well-marked-out path of where I'd come from.
