Homeplot: Home Free
Another day down without waking up in the expected place, yet another spent traveling, and as nice as their time in London was, Sean's really not sure what to make of all this anymore, which is making him nervous. Never would he have imagined that upon finally coming back to his family's home for the first time since losing Maeve, he'd have bigger concerns on his mind than that, but as he sits behind the wheel of the small off-road vehicle with Cassidy Keep looming in the distance, the implications of his return are only a small portion of what's got him so edgy. Most of his attention is focused firmly on not thinking about the one thing that's been taboo since this all started: the quiet, increasingly difficult to ignore thought that maybe this is it. Maybe there won't be any waking up elsewhere for them this time, maybe, for one reason or another, they succeeded in getting out together.
But he's not thinking like that. He can't. It would just be setting himself for disappointment, and there's already more than enough of that in his life. He's not stupid.
But it's been almost a week now.
"Almost there," he says to Meredith, deceptively light, although he has to speak up over the rattling of the vehicle as they move over increasingly bumpy terrain.
But he's not thinking like that. He can't. It would just be setting himself for disappointment, and there's already more than enough of that in his life. He's not stupid.
But it's been almost a week now.
"Almost there," he says to Meredith, deceptively light, although he has to speak up over the rattling of the vehicle as they move over increasingly bumpy terrain.