The sun shone through the window, showing a square of dust on the attic floor. A lanky teen sat in the middle of the room surrounded by boxes, books and other old items. He sorted through them, growling every so often. It was Saturday, he should have been running around outside, hanging out with friends and stuff like that. Instead, he was up here in the attic, sorting the old books and boxes, all alone. "Stupid mom…" he muttered while glaring harshly at the box before him. It had 'Calvin, elementary' Written in sharpie on the top and was held together by packing tap. Attacking it with scissors, Calvin let a small smile creep across his face. It was everything from his childhood. Comics, school pictures, photos of sports team he'd been forced to join, his insanely long letters to Santa, all of it.

He shifted through it, smiling at his six year old self, the scowls, the messy hair and ratty clothes, ah how he had changed. His hair was now longer and trapped in a ponytail, his eyes covered by glasses, his cloths always clean, such a contrast to his younger years.

Shifting through his mementos he reached way down deep to the bottom and felt something furry. Pushing the other items aside he found Hobbes. Picking up his precious tiger, he ran his hands over it's fur, frowning. The small thing made not movement, no twitch of tail or paw. It didn't smile; it had no twinkle in its eye. Shaking his head, he smiled. It was never alive, that was just his imagination that made it seem so, but still… As the suns light shifted across the floor, Calvin whispered whiled he held the tiger close to his chest.

"Hey Hobbes…"

Finished…