@wrstrocket asked, "why are we whispering?"
she ties a balloon string around the antenna of a small monster truck. he's holding the remote control. the lights start flickering. on. off. on. off. “shh,” they're in the kitchen - they both totally freeze, "she's here.” dutiful older sister, she cocks her head so he might follow. spines pressed to the wall, down the corridor is dustin and her brother, waving their signal.
she motions to lucas to drive the little truck forward.
just a few more seconds until steve is wheeling her through the door, max's familiar voice echoing, "why the hell is it so dark in here?"
the ligthts snap on. they stay on. confetti everywhere. “surprise!”
welcome home, max!
