A/N – Please forgive me for the wait! I finally got a break with this snow day…yay!

Special thanks to my reviewers –

PhoebeSkis84 – I'll remember a disclaimer this time!

Imanxoxo – You are so sweet! Your review gave me total motivation to keep writing – so this one's for you!

And to laughinglover4ever for alerting me!

There, staring back at me, was a pair of cold, ocean-blue eyes that lingered on mine as they beckoned from behind the door. I instinctively stepped back, only to feel the lazy board cave into the crevice beneath the porch, revealing a swarm of cockroaches underneath. Today just wasn't my day.

As I recovered from my fall, the eyes disappeared, and the glimpse of a waltzing shadow heading toward the kitchen took its place. Despite my conscience telling me otherwise, I continued to pursue my mission, and stepped over the threshold. I know, I know – always trust your gut, stranger danger, I'm an idiot, bleh bleh bleh. But this is what therapy does to ya.

"Hello?" I called, sounding more like a question than a greeting. My voice echoed through the empty halls, and that lingering feeling of loneliness began to sink in. Like the curtains swaying in the wind when I first came here with Nate, my mind was playing tricks on me again.

That's what I thought, anyway, as I wandered through the living room, the memories that I was afraid of creeping back to me, acting like the remission of a disease – a disease I thought was gone for good. Cobwebs hung from the corners of the room, and paired with the darkness that was nature for the space, made me feel like I was in some sick haunted house. The sight of beer bottles gathered at the foot of the same old molded couch sent goose bumps up the side of my arm and a cold shiver through my body. I was bracing myself to search through my mother's room when I smelt the English muffin pizzas.

At first, I thought it was my mind again, a subtle reminder of Cora to drive me out of this place. But then it grew stronger; the same combination of cheap pizza sauce and year-old burnt toast filling the air, leading me to the kitchen. I followed it without hesitation, mesmerized by the accuracy of my memory. The first thing I noticed when I stepped in was those ocean blue eyes.

The second thing I noticed was the body attached to those ocean-blue eyes - a petite, wrinkly old woman with a mop of stringy-white hair plopped on her head, sporting a worn apron splattered with a wide variety of twenty-year-old food stains and smudges. A typical Grandma, standing here in the yellow house. I feel bad for my therapist.

A/N – Sorry for the shortness! Kind of a filler chapter – new one on the way wicked soon! Promise!