Derek pulled at the skinny jeans he was wearing. He'd pranked Sam, but now he was heading back to his own house looking like his son's best friend. He glanced at his new face; this was going to be fun, but he wondered if he could fool Tom. He threw and caught the keys, it was a lucky turn of events to get the kid's pickup as well.
Sam was a bit of a mystery, Derek only looked like him. "Damn I wish there was a way to get his memories as well," he muttered. "Still I've been around when he'd visited before, I reckon I could muddle through."
It was only a short drive back to the house. Parking up, he made his way to the front door, then remembered Sam was allowed to use the side door; through the utility room.
Inside was the familiar sound of bass from upstairs. Sam shouted for Tom, but didn't get a reply. Tentatively he headed up stairs.
He approached Tom's room, pausing for a moment, he took a breath. He burst in, but Tom wasn't there.
A light from his en-suite was shining through the crack in the door. Sam walked over and peered inside, but still couldn't see Tom. By the sink he could see Tom's MacBook, there was a picture--full screen. Sam recognised it as one of his son's other friends--Colby, he had messy hair, and the beginnings of a scruffy beard.