[somewhat accidental voice post]

[theforceoncrack]

[There's no place like home, Discedo. Jackie is tucking Nill into her bed, the covers shifting gently. He murmurs something comforting to her, those things that parents always whisper to an upset child. Then he's moving towards the kitchen - hot chocolate is sometimes better than words. But something is amiss.

For a few moments he just stands there.]

Where's my son, Discedo?