When the two proceeded inside, they arrived in a modest living room with walls that were painted a pale blue and had obviously been patched several times. A large crack ran from the ceiling down behind a tattered brown sofa. Some of the furniture matched it, others didn't. A set of identical twins sat on the couch, each with a Nintendo controller in their hands as they played Double Dragon on a television set that was probably older than Chuck's oldest brother. A boy with short, curly hair was stretched out in the recliner and reading a magazine. A younger boy in a black hat usually worn by poets sat in the rocking chair at the window, sighing over the notebook in his hands, while the youngest boy in the room was playing with a pigtailed, plush-rabbit touting little girl.
Seated at the table was the familiar, intimidating form of Chuck's oldest brother, Terry. Emma had seen him before, when Prism Sunrise had first formed in Valevay's courtyard. He was currently engaged in a poker game with a dangerous looking guy who couldn't possibly be anyone other than John Wilder. A thin trail of smoke rose from his cigarette as his icy gaze fixed on his cards. Sitting at the table were two adults - the Wilder parents - and the opening of the door caught their attention. They both rose from their game and moved towards Emma and Chuck.
The two of them resembled wolves closing in on their prey, though they beamed with friendly smiles. Albert stood at a solid 6'4", his long dark hair pulled back into a low braid -courtesy of Joanna. He wore a biker's bandanna to keep the sweat out of his steely gray-blue eyes and his hair had already started to show a few strands of gray at the temples. He was a big, tough looking guy with the symbol for the United States Marine Corps - the eagle, globe and anchor - tattooed on his right bicep.
Elaine, on the other hand, stood at only 5'3". She had long, light brown hair that fell in waves around her short, but curvy figure. Having nine children would have probably exhausted most women or at least make them short tempered and irritable, but Elaine was neither. Her body was solid with thick arms and legs, showing how tough she actually was. Her green-blue eyes held a lively spark in them as the two of them approached Emma. "You must be Emma Stills." Mama Wilder's voice held obvious approval, "Welcome to our home. We're so glad to have you join us for dinner!"