I had stepped outside when the first page came. When I came back inside, he was racing upstairs, pulling his t-shirt on and looking for shoes. He still had on the cartoon lounging pants we'd bought him for Christmas last year. He's 24 years old, 6'4 and 230 lbs, but he still spent weekends bumming around in Scooby Doo lounge pants and playing video games.

"What is it?" I asked, as he pulled his shoes on. The scanner near the fridge was silent.

"Don't know, they just said some code and… Continue