[ Jim sees the house on the horizon an hour before he makes it there. The snow is heavy and wet, sticking to his boots and the little hand-pulled sled he's using to carry supplies until he's slowed almost to a stand-still. Despite the even worse than usual weather, it had been a good trip: he's got enough food to last the five of them a week along with a few random presents he's picked up from the houses along the way.
Productive or not, though, it's been a long week. It usually is when Jim's away from his family. No matter how safe Norfinbury is now that they've settled it, he still remembers that first year when it seemed like all they ever did was watch people they cared about die. Coming back to a cold, empty house is still something that sends a spark of terror down his spine whenever he's alone.
There's a fire in one of the windows, though, and that keeps him pressing on through the worry. With the errands they were all out running, it wouldn't surprise Jim if only one of them were back yet. Not wanting to leave them alone, he pushes harder until he's barreling through the door of the large two-story with a small snowstorm at his feet. ]
Hey! 'm back! Anybody home?