The following week Percy had gotten his things packed up and left for California. Where he was greeted happily by his Mom and Step-dad Paul.

He smiled, a little ounce of happiness to see his young mother happy to see him. When he had left, he left nothing to tell her where he was going just up. So he got to Portland, Oregon and he stopped there. It was after the incident.

"Hi Percy, oh my lord." Sally hugged onto Percy tightly. "Oh look at you." She pulled back, crying tears of happiness.

"Mom, it's only been 5 years." He muttered wiping her tears.

"With no contact or anything. I thought you were dead dammit." She hit his arm.

"I'm sorry...I just needed to escape after what happened." He kissed Sally's forehead.

"I know Baby, I know." She smiled sadly, rubbing his arms. "No more crying! Let's get you home." She grabbed Percy's luggage. Paul making small talk with Percy on his way to the car.

As they got his familiar childhood home, he felt safe for a moment. Yet at unease. Paul left the car, to take Percy's things inside. Sally turned around in her seat.

"What happened to you baby? I know there's a reason why your here besides the album thingy."

Mom instincts.

"Let's just say, I fell in love, and fate has a funny way of kicking my ass when good things happen huh? We had different dreams, for her, New York. Me, Here."

"Percy, Write. Music or letters you'll never send. I did it with Emma."

Max and Eli. Oh, Percy knew he would have to see them. Emma's final gift to him he assumed. He nodded.

"Yeah, it's been tough." He muttered.

He got out of the car. Moving to the house like a robot. Two little twin boys ran outside with a model airplane.

Percy paused. Before starting to cry.

He was Home.