Lincoln takes off his academy attire and tosses them into a plastic bag. He stares at the bag for what seem like a while. He tied a bag up in a thick knot and picked it up, getting caught staring at it again. He had another uneasy feeling. He was free now; all he really wanted to do with this uniform that reminded him of a very dark time in his life was to trash it. However, he thought about that uneasy feeling again. That feeling that Lynn gave him, that smile. The thick slump the Loud house seems to have. Lincoln started to think very hard on this. Something told him in that point in time, thinking and feeling how he was, throwing the uniform away may not be the best option.

Something told him...he'll need it in the future.

He throws it on the floor and with his foot, pushes the bag under the bed, far enough to where it's out of everyone else's sight, but not out of his memory.

He walks to his closet and peeks around for something to wear around the house. He finds an old rock t-shirt his sister Luna passed down to him. On the front, in white letters in an complex font choice, it read "Wayward Son" on it. Lincoln couldn't really remember just what band this was, but remembered bits and pieces of the song this t-shirt has based on. He shrugged and threw it on, thinking it would make Luna happy to see he still had it in his wardrobe. He managed to find some red plaid lounge pants. They were just slight baggy, which used to cause him to have to sag a little bit with them, but her puts them on anyway. He finds his old beanie from his old scheming days he used to do with Clyde and puts it on, considering it was still pretty cold inside the house due to the temperatures outside.

He walks to the door and rest his hand on the door knob and inhales. He closes his eyes and contemplates. He knew what he was about to see was going to be different. His sisters, his family and his life as a whole will not be the same as he left it. It'll be very confusing and trying. But he loved his family and owes it to them for trying their best to try to make him feel good about being home, even with all the cracks. Lincoln opens his eyes and opened the door, walking to the hallway and stopping after hearing a noise. He looks down to see Lynn, all wrapped up on the ground, fast asleep. Snoring like a bear, but looked peaceful. Lincoln just assumed she was still tired from the nap, being none the wiser to what was said or done during his time asleep. He carefully picked her up bridal style and walked into his room and gently laid her in his bed. Forgetting to pull back the covers for her, Lincoln improvised and threw one of his over sized hoodies on her as a cover.

Lynn motions her body and hugs the cover around her actually smiled in her slumber. Lincoln couldn't help but smile too, finding it kinda cute how she's smiling in her sleep. He strokes her hair lightly and was about to leave until…

"I...love...you...Lincoln…" Lynn mumbled in her sleep.

This caused Lincoln to pause. He figure she knew it was him who put her to bed, but something about it seemed...off. He realize he can't keep this in mind. He had to make an effort to see all of his siblings. He walks outside into the hall and shuts the door behind him gently. He quickly tries to opens Lisa's bedroom door, to no avail. Lincoln studies the door and realize it had a pretty generic sign on the front that read "Do Not Disturb". Lincoln remembered that Lynn said that Lisa isn't much for talking to anyone anymore. So, he figured not even he was spared from this rash judgment of the cold, calculating Lisa. He walks across from Lisa's room to the twin room and knocked on the door.

"What?!" yelled two voices.

"It's me-Lincoln" Lincoln said, actually forming a smile.

Silence.

"I'm coming!" yelled what sounded like Lana.

"No, I want to let him in!" yelled what sounded like Lola.

"No, me!"

"I said I want to!"

"Back off, sparkle butt!"

"Coming from you, butch!"

"Don't call me butch, you bipolar freak!

"Shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

Lincoln realized this was going to go on a while. He rest his hand on the door knob to test to see if it's even locked. It wasn't. He turns the knob and walks into their room. Their room looked basically the same, only there wasn't any pets in here. Come to think of it, Lincoln noticed all of the pets were gone. Not sure rather that was really important or not, he decided to aim his attention on the twins. Lincoln studied him. Lola looked the same, more or less. She wasn't in her sparkling gown she'd normally don, but a fru-fru pink sparkly shirt, some pricey white shorts and a some pink sneakers. Her hair hasn't gotten much longer. Lana, however, changed a good bit. She wasn't in her overalls anymore. She was wearing a red t-shirt with a gray plaid coat over his shirt, some ripped and dirty jeans and homely skate shoes. She still had her famous red ball cap, but her hair was cut short, in a was, she looked like a boy with female features. The two twins were still yelling at one another.

Lincoln clears his throat.

The twins stopped throwing crude remarks at one another and turn to see their brother. They quickly dashed to him and hugged both his legs, talking over each other happily while fighting back their tears. Lincoln pats both of their heads and they let go. Lincoln takes a knee and talk to them for a short time, knowing he's got quite a bit of ground to cover.

"So, how are you guys? It's been so long…" asked Lincoln with a wide grin.

"Everything has been pretty-" started Lana.

"HE WAS TALKING TO ME!" shrieked Lola at Lana, vocal tone rivaling a banshee.

Lincoln was taken aback by that statement, and Lana sighs and gets quiet. Lola smiles and takes advantage of the situation.

"Thank you, Lana!" said Lola in a now sweet voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" muttered Lana under her breathe.

Lola moves closer to Lincoln.

"Everything has been...good enough I guess," Lola said.

"I was going to say that-" Lana started.

Lola started a nearly demonic stare at her twin. Lana groans and stops talking again. Lincoln, feeling this would get worst, tries to push the conversation forward.

"S-So, what about you, Lola? How are you?" How are you?

"Well, I been…" started Lola once she locked eyes with Lincoln.

"Why are you staring at me?!" yelled Lola angrily at Lincoln.

Lincoln stared at Lola, fearful and very lost in what triggered her to switch up her attitude.

"Oh, my God...here it comes…" sighed an annoyed Lana.

"Uh...because you were talking?" said Lincoln honestly.

Lola's eyes widen and she starts to cry, nearly wailing in pain. Lincoln is stunned by this, not sure if he said something wrong. He looks to Lana for an answer, but is greeted with a shrug.

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN?!" scream Lola as she breaks down on the floor, rolling and weeping in a manic fashion.

Lincoln was going to say something reassuring, but it cut off by Lola switching up her mood once more. She stops crying all together and starts crying and laughing. Just laughing. She seemed to wiggle and contort about of the ground like a hellish creature from the movies. Lana sighs and grabs Lincoln's hand and walks him into the hall while Lola resume her manic episode. They manage into get into the dark hallway and Lana shuts her bedroom door. She sighs.

"Lana...what was that?" Lincoln said while pointing at the bedroom door.

"I dunno," Lana said in her gruff voice. "She's been like that since dad left and we just think she's doing it for attention."

Lincoln sighs and looks at Lana with a smile. Lana, who gets nervous darts her eyes around.

"How have you been since you been home, Lincy?" asked Lana, in an odd girly voice.

The voice was so preppy, sweet and feminine, hearing it come out from Lana didn't feel humanly natural and didn't register too well to him. He's so in tune with her gruffy, tomboyish voice, that this was an unwarranted amalgamation of styles, pitches and ideals. He remembered that Lynn said Lana is worried about being seen as gay and is thinking she's gay so she's obviously overcompensating. Then he remembered he promised to play along.

Lana looked like she was becoming discouraged by Lincoln's silence. Lincoln quickly forms a believable response.

"It's been kinda wild, sis," he answered. "But it's amazing to see you all again. I missed you."

Lana smiled, clearly touched to know her brother is happy to see them.

"So, you met Drunk Lori, huh?" asked Lana, still hold her girl voice by a thread.

Lincoln nodded, with some sweat beading.

"Yeah, we saw the empty bottle," said Lana, trying to sound as girl as either Leni or Lola. "Like, I totally get it if you, like, find us all trashy."

"No, no. I don't but.." Lincoln started. "She knows we're related, right?"

Lana chuckles.

"When she's like that, it doesn't matter. If you're a guy, she'll flirt with you. Don't worry-it's not like she'll kiss you or anything," Lana said, switching in and out of her normal voice and her pretend one.

Lincoln sighed with relief.

"Then again...I'm not TOTALLY sure about that…" Lana doubled back.

Lincoln gulped with fear.

"But you should be okay!" said a smiley Lana.

Lincoln sighs and puts on a nervous smile. He looked at Lana for a second.

"Hey, Lana?" asked Lincoln.

Lana's eyes beamed at him. Lincoln wasn't sure if he should ask, but the brother in him felt like it was totally warranted.

"Is...everything okay at school?" he asked.

Lana's face got very pale. She was very unsure how to answer him, feeling she'd say something that'll cause him to see her in a different way. She puts on a fake smile and nods. Lincoln wasn't buying it, but knew that this was something she wasn't really ready to open up about. He decided to put the extra questions about her in his back pocket, feeling Lana will come to him about it when she was ready.

"Well, that's good. I just want you to know I'm your brother and things are gonna go back to normal. So, if you ever need to talk...about anything…" said Lincoln.

Lana smiles. A real one. She starts to sniff and look like she was about the cry. She looks downward and walks to Lincoln and hugged him. He hugs her back and sighs. He get back on his feet and started walking down the hall. Lana, still looking down, speaks up.

"L-Lincoln…?" Lana said.

Lincoln, almost passing Lynn and Lucy's room, stops and turned around to look at his sister.

"Yeah?" said Lincoln.

"Do...would you love me, no matter how I am? Even if I was...different?" she asked.

Lincoln knew this was a test. He never had any ill will towards his sister or gay people. Though this was different and he still thought that this was still just a trying phase for a young girl, he wanted to let her know he was always there for her.

"Of course!" he said with a smile and a concerned face. "As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

Lana gets quiet.

"At least one of you care…" said Lana in torment.

Before Lincoln can ask a follow up, Lana walks back into her room quickly and shuts the door. Lincoln paused before moving to reflect on that reaction. He then stared where Lana stood, thinking there must be some truly confusing things running through her head. Lincoln thinks about the possibility Lana may have say something that traumatized her or been swept by the media to think a certain way. He looked up slightly and noticed something off.

His bedroom door was cracked.

He could have sworn he shut the door behind him, but shrugged.

He resume his walk past the Lynn and Lucy's room. The room was dark. The lights were off. He noticed on Lucy's bed, her backpack was there, but she was nowhere in sight. He remembered that Lynn said Lucy disappears pretty often, so this must be one of these cases. However, looking in the room, he couldn't help but think just what Lucy could be up to. Maybe a weird ritual or vampire hunting or something along the lines of that. He sighs, wanting to ask about her cutting issue and hoping to help her with that, but that's just something else he decided to put in his back pocket.

He walks to Luna and Luan's room and knocks, hearing the faint sound of rock playing. The door knob quickly turn. The door opens with Luna on the other side. She noticed it was Lincoln and smiles brightly. Lincoln, however, blushes at the sight of his older sister.

Luna, like her sister Luan, have started to come into her own. Her body has matured gracefully despite what Lynn said. He has a largely larger bust like his sister, but a bottom to match, She even carried a strong thick set of hips as well. She was wearing the same t-shirt Lincoln wore, only in a larger size. Her pants, however, they were noticeably unavailable. What was there were purple or lavender panties with a broken heart logo on the front of them. What made these panties stand out was a slit design on the bottom. Clearly, the novelty of these panties was they was an easy entry in the front of them, meaning she'd never have to take them off if she was...ever in the act. Lincoln had no idea how to stack this mentally, but knew that isn't going to be the last time this'll happen, so he didn't see the reason of trying to be too bashful.

"Heya, Luna.." Lincoln said, still with the cherry face.

Luna didn't speak. She quickly grips Lincoln and hugs him, nearly burying his face into her bust. He didn't even feel like fighting back, seeing how this might end up being the trend now that's he's home. However, as he was being hugged, he looks back down the hall.

His bedroom door is opened a bit more. This was rather troublesome to him. It just bugged him. It felt like it was a hint of some sort. But before anything could be done, the hug is over.

"It's great to have you home, bro!" Luna said. She points to inside her room, prompting him to come in.

Lincoln walks in as Luna shuts the door. Lincoln looks around to notice the radio playing the now lowered rock music. He looks to Luna's bunk and notice it was a mess. Her backpack on the ground, notebooks and paper covering her bed more than the cover was. He even noticed an out of place mirror on the bed with a powder on it. Luna looked at Lincoln and to where he was looking. She noticed the mirror and turned white. She quickly runs to the bed and moves the mirror out of his sight but sliding it under the bed. She passes him a nervous smile as Lincoln looked at her, clearly not fooled. While serving his sentence, he saw his fair share of raids involving cocaine and marijuana. Even had his living space tossed, thanks to a former roommate at the time.

"Luna-" Lincoln started.

"How are you?" she said, cutting him off.

Lincoln sighed and smiled.

"I'm fine. Kinda overwhelmed, if I had to be honest…" Lincoln said.

Luna sat on Luan's bed, being the bottom bunk.

"I would think it would be. I mean, things been kinda on the highway to hell here," Luna said. "Ya already dealt with Lori, yeah?"

Lincoln nodded.

"Yeah, she must have been wearing something revealing" joked Luna with a chuckle.

Lincoln, without saying a word, points down to Luna's lower half. Luna looks down and noticed she's still in her panties. She blushed but not wanting to look like she lost the argument, she laughs it off.

"C-Com'n" she starts. "You mean to tell me this is bothering ya?" Luna joked.

"Is seeing my older sister in a sexualized fashion NOT suppose to bother me?" asked Lincoln, clearly being sarcastic.

Luna found a window to tease him.

"I didn't hear you ask me to put on some pants now, did I?" said Luna in a suggestive façade.

Lincoln has grown aware of the joke and refuses to buckle. So, rather than ask her about her issues, he decided to put that in his back pocket and play along.

"Well, are you going to?" asked Lincoln with a smile.

"Do you want me to?" Luna respond, thinking she bested him.

"Actually…" started Lincoln, knowing this would either case her to buckle, freak her out, or make her laugh. "I think you look fine without pants."

Luna turns red and sweaty.

"Bloody 'ell…" she mutters under her breathe.

Luna sat their for a sec and decided to cross her legs. Lincoln, rather flustered by how nice her legs looked along with her black toenail polish looked, darts his eyes from her. Luna soon realize Lincoln can't keep up with the joke much longer.

"So, made any girlfriends up in ya little boarding school, bro?" asked Luna in her resp, thinking this was going to be a checkmate question.

Lincoln wasn't going to be fazed out. He feels like if he could plow through this, things like this wouldn't bother him anymore.

"Nope," Lincoln started. "Why? You're offering?"

Luna froze and turned red. She shoots her hand in the air, gasping for air.

"I tap out-you win." Luna declared.

Lincoln starts to laugh and Luna soon follows behind him, finding this exchange daring and kinda funny. Lincoln looks to his sister who's laughter sounded like a song within itself.

"I missed you, Luna" Lincoln said.

Luna calms down and sighs a happy sigh.

"I missed ya too, bro." she started. "You're...not going back to that place after Christmas...right?"

Lincoln looked at her. Her happy laughter and smile from before has grown...dimmer. A fake smile was plastered on her face. She seemed very serious, but didn't want to risk making Lincoln upset. In a odd way, similar to Lynn. A little too similar.

"Of course not-I'm here to stay." he assured her.

Luna sighs a happy sigh once again.

"Good to hear. Hey, if you ever need to talk, I'm always here for you, Lincoln. Don't be afraid to come to me" Luna said happily.

Lincoln found a blunt honesty in the statement and smiled.

"Okay, Luna." he said. He takes a quick look around. "Where's Luan?"

Luna froze.

"Luna..?" asked Lincoln.

Luna snaps back into reality and realize she needed to formulate an answer.

"S-She's downstairs. Watching TV, I think.." she answered.

Lincoln was taken aback by her stuttering.

"Oh...I should say hi to her soon" Lincoln said.

"Wait.." Luna said.

Lincoln pauses. Luna looked to Lincoln and thought of a lie.

"Maybe you should see Leni first. She's kinda upset and can use some more positivity, ya know?" said Luna.

Lincoln remembered that Leni was very upset with losing her job and dealing with Lori. Maybe she needed a little better of positive reinforcement.

"You maybe right. Leni is kinda upset." said Lincoln.

Luna nodded and gets off the bed and walks to her brother.

"I think ya should get that squared away, ay mate?" said a smiling Luna.

Lincoln smiles and gave his sister another hug. Luna hugs him back and breathes in, almost sounding like a disguised sniff. She looked Lincoln in the face, after breaking the hug, and kisses his forehead. This stuck with Lincoln. Although Luna was smiling, Lincoln was sweaty and lost. Luna did seem happy Lincoln was home, but that kiss. That kiss was very out of character. It seemed...genuine. He honestly didn't know what to make of it. But given how short all these conversations were, he have realized that no one is the same as he left them. Why question this at all? If anything, it was a harmless kiss.

"Aren't you going to kiss me back?" joke Luna.

"You are not wearing pants-this should be phrased better," Lincoln rebuttal, red as Mars at this point.

"Take a joke, bro. You don't really have to-" started Luna.

Lincoln gives her a quick peak on the cheek, causing her to turn as red as he is.

"One, I win. Two, put on some pants. Three, I'm just gonna leave on this note. Four, your humor is very weird" he said quickly as he dashed for the door and opened it.

Lincoln walked into the hall and looked back at Luna, who was red in the face and at a loss of words. Lincoln shut the door and sighed. He didn't fully understand why Luna joking in that manner. He thought maybe it's because of her age. Possibly her drug use, the thing he really wanted to talk about but never was able to. He just didn't know what to do with any of them. Not to mention, he knew this was only the beginning. He turns his head to his room, this now being norm to happen, to see if the door moved.

The door was closed.

He was now a kinda nerved by this. He figured he'd at least check up with Leni first before examining it any further. He walked into Leni's room and shuts the door. Back in Luna's room, she laid in her sister bottom bunk, think to herself. She crossed her arms behind her head and thought.

"He's wearing the shirt I got him…" she said to herself softly, face starting to lose that bright red color but still nested in her freckled cheeks.

She started to think about this...feeling The feeling that has been building and strumming at her heart chords for a while at this point. Not sure what they mean or how to express them. Actually, she was pretty well aware this is something she should never express. She know what he thought about all of this. She knew he thought this was just one big goof of some sort-a timed joke. However, the opposite stacks more over the illusion she had to play at the last second. It was timed, alright. Not in jest. She wanted him to see. Not to shock him, but hoping to plant the seed of curiosity through him and see where it takes him. She thinks she has done a fair job, but noticed something odd. She felt a nagging sense of guilt and bitterness within her. Something telling her what she was doing and thinking was wrong.

However, she thinks it had to be now. It had to be, before anyone else sprouting interest. She was worried about the possibility of Ronnie Anne. She's knows all about her fall from grace, and Lincoln is still in the dark about it. The sounds of the rock of the radio sound as if they were getting slower and slower as these thoughts pass through her mind, as if the darkest thoughts mimic the otherworldly notes that play into a soothing song of temptation. Of love and lust and direction-less passion.

This is what she desired. So much so, she's nearly blinded by it.

A little squeak of the door sound off.

Luna, thinking it was Luan or hopefully Lincoln, sits up quickly with a smile only to have it fade quickly. She sighed.

"How...much did you hear?" asked Luna.

Lynn, tears in her eyes, teeth on clutch and with a hand over her heart growls at her sister.

"Everything…."

Lynn walks inside the room.

"Bloody 'ell…" Luna said in shame.

Lynn closes and locks the door, making the quiet dark hallway quiet again.

However, as everyone else branched off, the Lynn's bedroom door, closes quietly.