Carigan was laying on her bed looking up at the rafters when she heard the knock at the door. "I'll get it!" She yelled as she jumped over a painting Reagan was working on on the floor and half climbed half jumped down the ladder to the main floor of their small house... which was more of a cabin. She open the door to see Laura and her father standing at the door.

Carigan was wearing a flowing white skirt with small flowers and orange ribbons hand sewn to it by her mother. She also wore a complimenting peasant blouse and no shoes. Her hair was still so long it reached her buttocks and it was incredibly wavy from the humidity and lack of brushing.

"Hi Laura!" She squealed and gave Laura a big bear hug then composed herself to act somewhat composed and mature "And Laura's dad." Carigan turned her head and yelled for her father or mother to come assure Laura's father that she was in good hands.

Hoitt heard one of his daughters call for him. He wasn't sure which one it was but from the excitement he assumed it was Carigan. He walked to the door, which he had heard knocking at earlier. He now stood at the door, wearing nothing but very old blue jeans which were bell bottomed and a hemp necklace. He held out his large hand to shake the hand of the man before him. "I'm Hoitt, Carigan's father." He may not use formalities all the time but he understood that 'normal' families need formalities to be confident in their childrens whereabouts.