milliways_bar: Back at Apple Press Farm
The house was the same as he remembered it.
Not a thing was out of place from how it had been when he'd stumbled into the bar. Not a thing had changed. That told him nothing, of course, nothing as to how long he'd been gone or how safe it might be. They were out in the Disappointments, where a place could remain untouched for a generation or more. He looks back to Trism for just a moment before nodding his head and moving further into the house.
His eyes go to the mantle where the broom had been. That broom was gone, though, gone forever and in it's place, the broom he held in his hands. His broom.
His.
Not a thing was out of place from how it had been when he'd stumbled into the bar. Not a thing had changed. That told him nothing, of course, nothing as to how long he'd been gone or how safe it might be. They were out in the Disappointments, where a place could remain untouched for a generation or more. He looks back to Trism for just a moment before nodding his head and moving further into the house.
His eyes go to the mantle where the broom had been. That broom was gone, though, gone forever and in it's place, the broom he held in his hands. His broom.
His.