Jason adjusted the pack on his shoulder as he stepped off the bus, the soles of his shoes touching concrete for the final time this 26-hour trip. Home. His gaze drifted over the small town, noticing that not much had changed in 13 years. Caroile's Diner's still open. Haven't had that pie in a while. He smiled as the memories came flooding back. He and Jannie...every afternoon after school...Jannie...A locke of sandy brown hair fell into his vision as he crossed the street and entered the diner.