He was going home at last. After those many years tryiing to forget, he realized that the only peace he'd ever find was there. Home. As he trudged along the uneven path, the stones daring him to lose his balance, he wondered if She would be there still. Would she be glad to see him? Would she even remember him?

Her golden hair and bright smile! Oh he remembered her alright.

Why had he left all those years ago? He didn't care about wealth or fame anymore.

This, this going back to where he belonged.

It was right. It was good.