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She's sitting at the kitchen table. At first glance her appearance hasn't changed, but if he looks carefully he notices some wrinkles and gray hairs that weren't there before.
Sora clears his throat, wondering why he feels like a stranger in his own house. "I'm home."
He wonders when she got so fast. One moment she's staring at him in shock, and before he can blink she's wrapping him in a hug.
Returning the hug, Sora lets his eyes slide closed. It's been awhile since he felt this at peace.
Eventually she breaks the hug, wiping a few tears off her face. "There'll be time for explanations later. Right now I want you to go upstairs and take a bath. You're covered in filth."
Sora smiles. "I missed you, Mom."