Strange to think that it had changed from that first time that he had been nudged into Ashdown thanks to Sunny, who had been replaced by a stranger, a familiar stranger who made him want to smile, and who really seemed to enjoy the old plush Panda he’d given them, again.
He’d changed his clothes once he found himself here; the gesture while it had been strange at first now seemed more casual and automatic. He found a wall, a blank space and stared at it for a while before reaching out and drawing a symbol – the old symbol or as close to it as he could muster. It was a s**t drawing, and he scribbled a finger over it, marking it out, and then shook his head at the irony of it.
He spun on his heel and took a breath, stuffing hands into his pockets and headed vaguely in the direction of the house where his mother had lived. He hadn’t gone to try and see it in any way since things had changed, since she died when he was much younger.
There were things he doubted were still there, but it was a curious idea to wonder who lived there now, would it be there house here now? Or would it still be hers?
He’d find a way in one way or another.
Blade Kuroda