The move goes without a hitch and Allison asks you to stay for a while after.

You headed over to the Lowry's for about eight, finding the three of them in the midst of loading up boxes into the car. They looked happy to see you though, presumably needing all the help they could get. Having all of your mothers things you'd dropped off previously to move, as well as some personal items of Allison's that she really didn't want to part with. Little trinkets and such, as well as DVDs, CDs and those kind of things. Still wanting a reminder of her old life with her, which you could of course full understand.

"Thanks for helping out, Tim. This is really good of you," Mrs. Lowry told you as you helped them carry stuff out into the car. Telling her in return, "It's no problem at all. Really."

This in turn led to Mr. Lowry to chuckle from somewhere behind, "You say that now, but just wait until its left to just the two of us to lug all this stuff up the stairs while they sit yakking." Getting a playful little whack from his wife for his troubles.

Laughing at this, at the Lowry's fun yet loving relationship, you were in some ways reminded of how your own parents had been, and how unfortunately they would never be again. Even though, for all intensive purposes, it really did appear like your mother was standing there behind them, dressed in a very familiar looking purple blouse and jeans combo. With her shoulder length blond hair tied back and a look of concentration on her face as she double checked the contents of her purse.

"Okay. I think I've got everything," Allison said, looking back up at you all. Snapping you from this brief little daze.

"Well just make sure you have the keys to get into the apartment. That's the most important thing," her father said, putting in the last box and closing up the trunk. "Last thing we want to do is get there and have no way to get in."

"Yes, dad. I've got it," Allison chimed back. It still being so strange even after all this time to hear a 40 year old woman referring to a man who was only a year or two older as her "dad". Especially when that woman was your mother. Or at least used to be.

This was only part of the strangeness of it all of course. It being just as strange seeing your mom talking and acting like a teenage girl. Her manner of speech, choice of wording and even way of moving (even with your mother's much more dramatic curves) still being very much Allison. Needing a lot more practice if she was going to fully pass as your mother. Not that anyone else is really gonna notice that, you of course realized. It only being because you knew them both so well and had knowledge of the transplant that you could pick them apart. Everyone else would just see Jennifer Connors when they looked at her. Plus, she hadn't actually had any cause so far to properly imitate your mother. Being surrounded exclusively by you and her parents this last month. When push came to shove, no doubt this whole subconscious things would finally come into play and even you would be hard pushed to tell that difference. As odd a thought as that was.

With everything packed and ready to go, you then headed off to the apartment. Allison going with you in your car to point you in the right direction (only vaguely remembering the route from the last time), and in not time at all you were there and once again shifting boxes. Most of the heavy lifting, just as Mr. Lowry had joked, being done by you and him while mother and daughter headed inside.

"See! What did I tell you?" he laughed as you carried the boxes up the stairs. "Women, huh? Who'd have 'em?"

Once everything was finally upstairs though, the unpacking went smoothly enough. With Allison and her mom taking care of the stuff in the bathroom and bedroom, while you and her dad being left to handle the kitchen and dinning room. Mrs. Lowry having made sure to bring plenty of food to get Allison started. You also noticed, while you were propping up a few of your mother's family photos and things in the living room that she had also brought along her Wii. This of course hardly being an essential item, but it was something that Allison used to love playing... and clearly still did. Having spent many an hour at her house jumping around like idiots on one of those dance games or pretend bowling. This being the closest thing you'd gotten to gaming with her, seeing as she wasn't really a fan of the kind of games you liked to play on your XBox. Still, you supposed she did need something to do to fill her days. Having no job as of yet and now no parents on hand to keep her amused. Flying completely solo from here on out. At least until your mom's friends came a calling...

After an hour or two of unpacking (as well as moving a few bits and pieces of furniture around), your hard work was finally rewarded when Allison offered to make the "hungry workers" lunch. Getting rather excited at the prospect of making her first meal in her bran new apartment... even if it was only sandwiches. They were much appreciated though, and wolfing them down, chatting for a little while about how school and things were going with Mr.and Mrs Lowry, you again set back to work again. Hoping to be completely finished by two, but instead being finished well before. The apartment ending up looking rather homey (though admittedly a lot more your mom than Allison).

Relaxing then, the four of you then say down and watched a movie. It being a Saturday and not really having anything else to do. Mr. and Mrs. Lowry snuggling up together on one couch while you and Allison admittedly kept a bit of distance on the other (the days of you doing that being well and truly over).

"Well, I guess we'd better head off now," Mr. Lowry announced once the movie was finished. "Leave you to get properly settled in."

"Aww, really?" Allison replied. Obviously **** to see them go.

"Yes, really. God knows we thought you'd be glad to get rid of us."

"This is your place now, sweetheart," her mother then added. "You need to get used to it. There's no point us hanging around all day." Assuring her then that they'd be back again to see her tomorrow.

Reluctantly agreeing to this, Allison then turned towards you and inquired, "What about you, Tim? Are you gonna stay a while at least?"

Though you didn't actually have anything really to get back for - having assumed the actual moving would have taken longer - you rather awkwardly answered "Well, I uh... I dunno." Thinking perhaps that if everyone else was leaving, you should go too. "I suppose maybe I should get back and see what my dad is up to..."

"Aw come on. Stick around a little longer," she pleaded. "Don't leave me all alone. We can play on the Wii. It's been ages since I trounced you at bowling or golf."

This was very true, and while it had always been fun and while you had been growing gradually more comfortable being around Allison, you weren't entirely sure if doing something like this was a little too much a little too soon. Looking to her then parents for guidance...

"You're on your own here, son," Mr. Lowry smiled, putting his hands up. "We're staying well out of this one."

"Please, Tim. Pretty please."

You were never very good at saying no to Allison, especially when she was fluttering her eyelashes like that (though it was much stranger obviously with seeing your mother doing it), and so you quickly caved. "Oh, alright then. I suppose I can probably stay a while longer."

"Yay!" she cheered. Her youthful exuberance having not been hampered any by her 40 year old body.

Saying goodbye to her parents then and thanking them for their help, the two of you were left alone and Allison immediately got to work setting up the Wii and you began your afternoon of gaming. This particular activity being something your mother had never done. Making it kind of novel to see her jumping around with the remote in hand, laughing and giggling like Allison always did whenever the two of you played. Beating you in just about every single game as advertised. It was kind of fun though, you had to admit that. Apart from her appearance, it really feeling a lot like old times between the two of you again. Reminding you why it was so much fun hanging out with Allison, and why it would still continue to be, even if you could no longer have quite the same relationship you once had. As enjoyable as it was blowing up shit and killing zombies with Randall, doing something really silly and stupid like this (Allison making you dance around like an idiot) was kind of liberating in a way, and certainly not the kind of thing you'd ever get up to with him.