At 2:30 AM, the sound of the front door passcode being entered is heard. Beep, beep-beep, beep. Click... Creeak. The door opens and he walks in. Looking toward the living room, he sees "Guest" sitting there with the lights off, watching TV.

...Whoa, you scared me. What are you doing, watching TV with the lights off? It's two in the morning. Go inside and get some sleep.

His face is covered in wounds and scattered bandages, as if he's been hit or gotten into another fight somewhere.