[At night, the Tyler's parent car arrives home]
Claire Tyler:
[In car] I can't imagine where he could be. Maybe we should call the police.
Claire Tyler:
[Gasps as the car parks in front of Richard's bicycle, lying down] Alan!
[the car stops]
Claire Tyler:
[Gets out] He's home!
[Alan gets out]
Claire Tyler Alan.
Alan Tyler:
[sees Richard in the treehouse] It's impossible.
[Alan goes up into the treehouse]
Alan Tyler:
Rich?
Claire Tyler [Goes up into the treehouse and takes Richard's signature glasses] We probably should put him in his bed.
Alan Tyler:
Let's let him sleep up here tonight.
[Claire goes down, as Alan uses the coat as a blanket for Richard]
Alan Tyler:
[turning off a lantern] Love you, Richie.
[Alan goes down the treehouse. Alan & Claire goes inside the house]
Alan Tyler:
Good night, son.
