Camden chewed at waffle cone and was assault with a horrible image of him arriving at a door, setting down his suitcase to knock at the door. 
"Camden! My boy, have you returned?" Mom would say.
"Yes, Mother," Camden would shake his head miserably. "I have realized the error of my ways. Like Icarus, I have flown too close to the sun. My empire has been reduced to ash. I will now go back to college and get a real job. You were right all along. What a fool I was. I must inquire, is my old room still available?"
"Of course, Cam Bam," Mom said with honey in her voice. "I have your racecar bed all made up."