#rose p.

He’d gone back to Boston first, only to find that she wasn’t home. Luckily all it had taken was a few prodding questions to the nosy old woman next door to get her to spill the beans about the move. He’d been here a week now, getting the lay of the land, learning all about the de-aged parents with memory loss, hearing that the others were here. Sure seemed like an eventful little town. Now he’d found her, and he was ready to report for duty. He actually hoped she had some memory loss, strategically speaking reintegrating would be easier if she didn’t remember his leave of absence. It wasn’t like she was going to recognize him either way. “Hey Ma,” he started casually

It hadn’t been easy dragging his unconscious sister to their mother’s home, but he had done it. Without any free hands he had to kick at her door instead of knocking. “Ma! It’s me, open up.”

can’t be straight in space: rose prefect

Mary