Home was a changed place. In the center of town, there was a tent lying on top of the rubble that was once a house. There were bloodstains on the floor in front of Frank's house, and the post office. The whole place seemed a lot more grey. Yet, the neighbors didnt change much. Sure, the whole place was losing its fun, but alas- everyone was okay. As you stood, staring, a wheelchair bumped into you. You quickly turned your head, startled, only to see Eddie Dear, the local mailman. "Oh! Hi."