"Hey, quick question," calls Holden, as he tugs his boots off, rinsing them in the stream of warm water -- they can hardly get more sodden than they are already, it's not gonna do any harm -- "but whose house am I getting naked in? It looks like my parents'."

Because he is. Quickly. There's streaks of mud and detritus and what-have-you all the fuck over him, and hopefully he won't leave this place a complete disaster zone.