Hi and welcome to TP, my dad would need to get home, or let his mother know where he was, and it was any time from mid-morning. He was desperate to get out of the door. One of the wonderful members with dementia has graphically described the overwhelming feelings of not being who he was or doing what he once could. This welling up of anxiety and frustration made him feel like he wanted to "go home", back to who and what he once was. Wonderful insight.
Hope you learn and share much in this place.
Stephanie