Heading "home"

For all the nerves that you anticipated having when you finally left the hospital room and the last connections to your life as Timothy Connors, indeed anything remotely as a Connors man period, the fact that you were now standing in front of the mirror looking at your reflection and waiting to leave the room would've been more or less concerning to anyone that knew what you had dealt with in the past week. Being thrown out of the only life you've ever known into the life of someone else, anyone would've thought you'd be a bit disturbed or even confused. The doctors themselves had even asked if you wanted to see a therapist or someone but the nurse, bless her heart, had picked up on your mental state early on and poo-pooed them out of the room to leave you be. You were eternally grateful to the 3 nurses who had taken care of you once you woke up.

Especially the dressing part. That was a doozy.

Based on the clothes recovered from the crash scene, the nurses had pitched in and bought both you and your dad some new clothes to fit yourselves until you returned back to your (new) home. Dad had been dressed quickly enough, the look on his face when he was dressed quickly enough told you that he was as surprised as he was happy. Mom never really liked to dress up and often wore rather plain, conservative things around the house and to work, which was both good and bad she supposed. The fact that Gregory was a casual dresser whenever they had met probably meant that he was going to be one as well. Lucky for her!

As for you? Kayleigh was like all upper-middle-class girls, into fashion and dressing, not to mention the types of clothes she had packed helped only to emphasize two certain areas of her body: top and bottom. There were some smiles and knowing looks exchanged between the nurses as they helped you undress and then helped you get dressed and ready to leave. Even now, as you looked at the low-cut top, you couldn't help but notice just how much you had to learn about girls' styles. You were sure of one thing as you finished looking at yourself and picked up the purse next to you. You'd now have a lifetime to learn.

"Ready to go?" called your dad from the doorway and with one last look around the room, you turned and nodded.

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The drive had been something else. Between the two of you, though he did most of the driving, the drive did take about 7 hours long and by the time you turned off the main road into the suburbs, you were ready to get out of the car and burn it. Dad had done most of the driving until you were past the gas-station halfway and you offered to drive for a few hours. Only as you approached the new city did you swap back and the two of you took your time in the waning afternoon hours to look around.

The house was darkened as the car pulled into the driveway and after a few moments to gather your bearings, you stepped out of the car and took your smaller duffel bag filled with the salvaged items from the wreck that belonged to you along with some sundry items from the nurses. Dad did the same and the two of you walked up to the doorway. For the most part, it looked like the two of you had come home from a small trip out of town (which you supposed you had), and as you entered the house, you looked back at him as he closed the door behind the two of you and then stood there in silence. "Welcome home, I guess..."