The next morning

Mila had slept so badly, but was woken up by some raised voices coming from outside her door. It seemed her mom was arguing with her younger brother.

"Whose are these?! If not yours, then who did you steal them from?" Her mom asked, angrily.

"I told you, those aren't mine! I've never seen them before in my life! Why would I steal someone's keys?" Her brother shouted back.

Mila's eyes opened at that. Something in her mind was able to click the fact Mike left her house bottomless along with the fact her mom found someone else's keys somewhere. Quickly getting up, she opened her door and poked her head out.

"Oh, sorry if we woke you honey. I know you went to bed late." Her mom calmly stated.

"Mom, where did you find those keys?"

"Oh, in this pair of pants that belong to your brother." Her mom said, holding up Mike's pants.

"I told you those aren't mine!" Her brother, Rob angrily shouted back.

"No, they're a friend's. He got them dirty during the party and I let him borrow a towel. I'll go return it to him today." Mila explained.

"See?!" Rob retorted.

"Sorry, Robbie. You get so hotheaded, I thought you were being defensive because you were hiding something." Her mom explained, handing the keys and pants to Mila.

"I hope he was able to get home without his keys." She added.

Mila's mind imagined a still bottomless (perhaps naked) Mike hiding outside his house because he can't get inside. It was still early for a sunday, so she quickly changed out of her pajamas went to the laundry room to find Mike's underwear before adding that to the folded pants she was carrying, and headed over to his house. She thought she would have to google his address to find it, but it turns out his mom sewed it into his underwear.

Mila was surprised but comforted in that Mike only had to run for two blocks before getting home. She reached his home and was both disappointed and relieved to see he wasn't stuck outside overnight. She was also surprised that there didn't seem to be any cars parked outside to indicated anyone was home. She wanted to drop off his things, but didn't want to leave them out in the open to get stolen or seen by his family who would question him about it. She had his keys, so she resolved to go inside and leave his clothes on his bed, leaving a note.

She opened the door and slowly eased inside, closing the door quietly in case her earlier assumption was incorrect and people were here. She listened for any signs of movement, but heard none. She looked around the kitchen for pen and paper to leave a note, when she spied a note on the table for Mike. It seemed to be from his parents...