When we got to Cav Ave that night, we were able to stand on tiptoes across the street and just barely see the house on the other side of the wall. As we stretched to make ourselves just a little taller, we could see lights were on inside. There was a very small crack where the two doors of the gate were supposed to meet, but missed each other by the slightest hair. As we quietly moved toward the gate to have a look through that little slice, we saw people moving about, but couldn't be sure who we were seeing. Then we heard that voice. Paul was speaking, but not loudly enough for us to know what was being said. We heard the car door slam, footsteps and then.....nothing. Paul and whoever else was with him had gone inside. He was home.