Arnold walked through the door of the boarding house.

"Grandma, Grandpa, I'm home from school," he hollered. He continued his way down the halls. He heard his grandparents talking to someone in the kitchen. Suddenly, Arnold heard voices he hadn't heard for at least sixteen years. He entered the kitchen and dropped his bag. His eyes brimmed with tears upon seeing them.

"Hello son," said Miles. Stella run and embraced Arnold tightly; like she never wanted to let him go ever again. His dad followed swiftly. For the first time in so long, Arnold felt the warm embrace of his parents love.

"I can't believe how grown up you are." The couple turned back to look at his grandparents. "You've done such an amazing job raising him."

"Ah, it was no biggie. Was it Sport?" Phil winked. Arnold managed to free himself from the hug.

"You've been gone for such a long time. What happened to you guys?" Stella and Miles looked at each other sadly. Miles took a deep breath.

"After we left for Sri Lanka, a freak storm hit our plane and we crashed into a mountain-side."

"Your father was gravely injured and I was badly hurt. We were found by the Green Eyes and I nursed back to health but he was in a coma for two months."

"After I came out of it, too much time had passed. They were sicker than ever. Your mother was so upset seeing all those sick children. It took us ten years to discover a cure."

"Many people died, including children..." Stella's voice cracked. "By the time we discovered the cure, our plane was overgrown by the jungle. It took so long to repair it but it was worth it." Tears streamed down Arnold's face when they finish. He hugged them again. Nothing else mattered. They were home now. After sixteen years wondering he finally had an answer. Arnold's wish had come true.