Marcus watched from the pavement outside the modest little house as the kitchen light flicked on and off. He could see a tall figure inside slouch to another room: Leonard was awake then. He checked his watch, 1:45am. What the hell was Leonard doing still awake at this hour? Reflexively he glanced upwards, but the winter sky was clear and bright. He wondered where the ships of the Others were exactly. They wouldn't be visible to his human eyes, but his sharp gaze picked out the stately progress of Earth's satellites so he assumed that they were far enough away to not attract any attention on long-range sensors.
He stood still a moment longer. So this is how you've been living, Leonard? Kids bike out the front, though that wasn't a surprise as they'd briefed him that he had a niece now. He didn't have the line of sight to get a better view of the figure slumped on the living room sofa, and as he shifted a sharp jolt in his foot let him know that he'd stayed still too long. Frost crackled under his boots and he flexed his hands inside of his gloves as he stamped his feet trying to return the blood to his toes. He checked his watch again, 1:48am. Still on time, but he didn't have the luxury of getting lost in reminiscing, even if he hadn't seen his brother since he was a gangling fifteen year-old.
He rang the bell, hearing its soft chime through the thin door, and gave a couple of soft, urgent raps on the door for good measure.