Dexter got home seeing his worried parent Harold Sterling, his dad seeing as his mother seemed to have disappeared who only knew where when he had been young. Harold looked his son over and gave him a hug happy to see him whole and healthy. "I didn't hear from you and then I saw the news that your work got blown up." He answers the phone as one of his many friends called him. Dexter got his hair and poor eyesight from his father, his height and his eye color he got from his mother's side of the family. "Hello Marianne. Yeah, Dexter's home seeming on carrying a plastic arm of all things, I think he may be a little shocked but otherwise he seems unharmed." And Dexter finally noticed that he was indeed still holding the arm. He should have gotten rid of it. Then his obnoxious...oh he really shouldn't really be calling Jessica names. He and Jessica had been friends practically since in diapers. 
"I been worried sick about you!" Jessica said. 
"I'm fine...just a bit...shocked." Dexter said trying his best to sound placating.
"Well, I know just what will do for you. How about you unwind with a couple of beers?" Oh Jesus.
"There's a party going on isn't there?" He asked pretty much knowing the answer to that.
"Well, Harriette's throwing it, but we would only stay for a bit."
"Thank you but no thanks. I'm just going to toss this in the garbage and have an early night."
"Well, let me take care of that for you then. You've had a rough night after all." Jessica leaves after mockingly places the hand by her throat and pretending to be choking and leaves making Dexter roll his eyes affectionately. She was a bit of a drama queen Jessica. And he did just as he said he was doing, and slept early that night, the arm being deposited in the bin outside the apartment complex that he lived in.