You squint as a rain drop runs down your left temple.

The sign ahead reads


The softly luminescent sign reminds you of past times, past events. Have you been here before? No matter, for the pain of your wounds and the heavy downpour drive you on, on to HOME. A light shines brightly from inside. A halo surrounds the window, inviting you into the warmth of the haven known as HOME.

Who's home? What's that...a modicum of memory. You have been here before....

A sharp pain drives you onward, onward to the beckoning HOME. You stumble off of the highway, into the drive. The gravel cuts at your naked feet. As you approach the door, you catch sounds of life emenating from within those walls.

| Knock | Visit the neighbors | Back onto the highway |

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