Good night, son.

[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 bsleep 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. [Alan closes the door, leaves, and the living room lightd turn off]