What'll Grandma Do?

It's wintry. And I'm soaked through. Grandma will kill Doc Morris, he's supposed to look after me. Sure, she'll kill Doc Morris, but that'll be nothing compared to what she's gonna do to me.
I can't just sit here, getting wetter.
A light's just come on in the window.
A warm yellow glow; the glow from Grandma's window, that's what it looks like. Dry and warm and safe.
It's been so quiet for too long.
Silly... me just waiting here.
They might have forgotten I'm here. Might have. No, okay, Clint wouldn't, but maybe he's been beat up or something.