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Max walked into the house followed by Mr. Scrine and Bartholomew.
Mrs. Pitt was standing at the kitchen counter with his note in her hand. She gasped when he walked through the door and rushed over to hug him. “Thank goodness you're okay,” she said, looking him over, “You didn't go in the Downs, did you? You didn't cross the barriers?”
Max shook his head.
Mr. Scrine cleared his throat, “I found him standing in front of the entrance again.”
Mrs. Pitt moved to the kitchen. “We'll discuss this over breakfast.”
Max put his bag on the sofa and sat down. “I'm not hungry,” he said.
“I'm not hungry either,” said Mr. Scrine, “I have to be getting back out there.”
Mrs. Pitt put her hands on her hips and gave him an exasperated grunt. “Renny Scrine, you will sit down and put something warm
