Blinking several times, Gary wasn't quite sure what to do. Or say. By the time he recovered---which felt like sluggish minutes---the young guy had run around the house. He shook his aching head and twisted around, stumbling a little until he got his footing and went around the house, following the apparent blood on the grass. Blood? Had he been running without shoes...? "Hey!" He caught up quickly, putting a hand on the young man's shoulder. "What... where'd you come from? How'd you get in my back yard in the first place...?" He could have unlocked it after he was inside, but not beforehand. Not unless he had a wire to slip in between the door and the rest of the fence. And there were no branches low enough on the outside of the fence to grab onto and haul himself up and over the fence.