Huey stared at the red, brick house standing before him. He stood on the sidewalk just outside the home in which he'd grown up in.
He wore his favorite black leather jacket. The windy city known as Chicago had one again shined its beacon in order to draw him back.
But what was it drawing him back to?
As he walked his way through the pathway leading to the steps; Huey wondered what he was even doing here.
Sure this use to be the place he'd die to come back to. This was the place were some of his best memories had went down, this was the place in which his parents had died…
As Huey made his way up the cement steps, he came to some sort of conclusion. The very reason he was even standing at his old-new door at that very moment.
It was because he needed to get away from Maryland.
This might be the place where his parents died…. But Maryland was the place in which Riley, Granddad, and the Dubois family, had been swiftly executed.
The huge house that Granddad had once forced him and his younger brother of two years, to move into all those years ago, had been hard to leave.
The only thing he had of his late Grandfather was his prized possession. Robert Freeman's car, Dorothy.
Huey twisted a key in the brass doorknob.
He turned the door handle. The old oak door opened slowly with a high pitched creak.
As he walked into his former, now once again residence. Huey wondered, was he finally home?
Or would he ever be in a place he truly considered home again?