A familiar rush villed Leo's veins. A familiar high. Sober thoughts and prayers from an age he wasn't anymore. He felt...hopeful. The wind blowing through his long curly hair reminded him of a time he wasn't so afraid.

A minute from the home he left so long ago. That driveway felt miles long. The car was silent as it passed over the gravel. This town was full of ghosts as far as Leo knew.

For once, Leo's mind was clear. Empty without assistance from any kind of substance. He was home.