'Phoebe!' he whispered still in shock as soon as he found his voice. 'What are you doing here?'

'The last time I checked, this was my house. Do I need anyone's permission to come into my own house?' she asked enjoying herself and his discomfiture.

'No, of course not. I meant that I did not expect you back so soon. You had told me you would be back tomorrow when we spoke on the phone last night. This could only mean....'

'Finally. You are thinking! I never left in the first place'.

'But ...