Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer stood outside the baggage claim terminal at La Guardia International Airport.
"Well, I guess this is it." Jerry said.
"What do you mean, it?" George asked. "It's not like we're moving away. We're just... going home."
"Yeah, but it's bound to be different." Elaine said, knowing that it was the understatement of the century.
"I guess it will be different." Jerry added. "After all, we've been in confined quarters for a year."
"He's right." Kramer said. "Hey, what do you think things will be like?"
"You mean now that we're free?" George asked. "God, I love that word... freedom. It takes on a whole new meaning, doesn't it?"
Jerry shrugged. "I just hope everything in my apartment is still the same. I probably have a ton of messages on my answering machine, not to mention the mail that's piled up."
The foursome walked into the muggy New York air. "Ugh!" Elaine said. "I know one thing that hasn't changed; this weather!"
Just then a car approached.
"That's my ride." Kramer said, wearing a proud smile.
George was astounded. "A limousine? Boy, you really DO have connections!"
"I'll see you guys later." Kramer said as the driver began to put his belongings in the trunk. Just as Kramer was about to enter the limo, he heard Elaine calling him.
"Kramer!"
He looked up to find her running toward him. "Oh hey, Elaine."
To his amazement, she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Goodbye, Kramer. I'll miss you!"
"Ooooh la la!" Kramer said, holding her tightly.
After a few seconds, she managed to break free of his grasp. "Okay, that's enough."
Jerry looked at George. "I guess we should say something too."
"Well, okay... but I'm not going to kiss him!" George said.
George walked over to Kramer and shook his hand. "It's been fun, Kramer." Then he paused. "Well, maybe fun isn't the right word..."
Kramer slapped George squarely on the back. "Goodbye, little buddy."
"Oof!" George coughed. "I'll miss you too, Kramer!"
"Well Cosmo..." Jerry said, shaking Kramer's hand. "This really isn't goodbye since you live right across the hallway, but..." Kramer started to choke up and pulled Jerry into a fierce hug. After a few seconds, he let go. "Hey, you want a ride?"
Jerry glanced at Elaine. "No, I'm fine, thanks. I'll just take a cab."
"Well, okay, then... Let's giddy up!" Kramer called to the driver.
"That Kramer..." George laughed as the limousine drove away.
Minutes later, another car approached.
"Oh God..." George said, burying his face in his hands.
Puzzled, Elaine looked at Jerry.
"His parents." Jerry whispered.
"His parents? He let his parents pick him up from prison?"
Jerry shrugged. "This is George we're talking about."
"Oh, right." Elaine said.
"George!" Estelle yelled, as she bolted out of the car and crushed her son in her arms.
"Ma! You're choking me!" George winced.
"Leave him alone, Estelle." Frank bellowed. "I want to see my son!"
George did his best to appear enthusiastic. "Hey Dad! How's it going?"
He went to give his father a hug, but flinched when Frank slapped him on the back of his head.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"Why in the hell did you get yourself arrested?" Frank yelled.
George groaned. "Dad, we've already discussed this! See, what happened was-"
"Get in the car! We'll talk about it when we get home!" Frank roared.
George turned to Jerry and Elaine. "Well, I guess this is it." He shook Jerry's hand and kissed Elaine on the cheek.
"George, NOW!" Estelle yelled.
George rolled his eyes toward Jerry and Elaine. "See ya!"
"Good luck!" Jerry called as the Costanza's drove away.
Elaine laughed. "He's gonna need it!"
"Tell me something I don't know!" Jerry said.