Add guilt to my list of unreasonable emotions. The back door opened, and I came back to the present with a start, the sound practically scaring me out of my wits. I should have, at the very least, opened and shut the door for him, and possibly even offered to help bring in the firewood, even though I instinctively knew he would refuse seeing. Instead of even attempting to assist, I'd decided it was a good time for self-analysis.