Hello everyone. Here's Jory's chapter. I found both that Jory's last name is Cavanaugh and that it is Twist. So I decided to go with the both of them. Having two last names is awesome anyway- very awesome.

Writing this, last night I put up a oneshot for Manifest, something for seizure awareness. It's called "Turbulence"

There are a few, short words in Irish in this. So, if anyone who actually knows Irish sees it's wrong can they tell me and I'll change it. Translations are at the bottom of the chapter.

Jory Cavanaugh- Twist

When I got off the plane that had finally taken us back to America I stumbled in the stairs that took us from it and down onto the ground…

I quickly grabbed onto the banister next to me and stayed on my feet. All I could do right now was to make sure I did exactly that until I was down with my feet on the ground, at the same time that I took the handle bars of Ian's wheelchair and helped pushing him over the asphalt and towards the doors of thee entrance…

Then, just as we came inside- Daley, Lex, Eric, Nathan, Taylor, Abby, Ian…

…and me…

All of the people around started clapping and cheering. Reporters were there, loads of them just like the flight attendant had told us- journalists, friends, family members…

I could only see two in a moment. And still, it felt like a million years before I stood wrapping my arms around mum's shoulders, feeling her arms around me and feeling dad behind.

"Jory…" Mum suddenly almost whispered. "A stór… I'm so relieved you're finally home again."

The past few months, since they got a divorce my parents had barely been speaking to each other…

"Well," I just had to say something. "I guess… I've been longing for a lot of things. Home, a bed… McDonald's… well. Most of all you two, really."

And with that, something I'd almost forgotten the last few weeks turned up in my mind. Something mum had told me right before I went, something that had been a part of why I went in the first place.

…"you do know as well as everyone else your avoa have been having a rough time since avó died… And since you've been growing up too and you don't need me as much I've been thinking about moving back to Ireland to be with her"…

"Are you okay Jor?" Dad asked all of a sudden. "You look so thoughtful."

"I'm okay… Can you go and get my bag?" Dad nodded, I ignored mum's worried looks and turned around and looked around the windows that covered the whole walls and showed us the whole runway.

The small, little plane that had taken us here still stood there, but was a bit away from here- unlike a much bigger plane that stood almost ready for passengers to come through the gate and on it.

Then I couldn't help it when I looked around me and on all of my friends, meeting up with their families…

…Many tears were shed in this entrance hall today.

I wasn't crying. I almost never cried. But the thought, after everything about what mum had said. About moving half across the earth to where she came from and leave my dad and me for all future made the tears feel close.

Just the thought that after everything I and mum might be torn apart again- now, I wasn't as close with dad but I wouldn't want to leave him here neither. Nor in the house I had come to, out of the hospital as two days old and almost every day since then. What made it feel even worse was knowing how mum had once left her home, family and friends for months at the time to be here.

And now, after everything she had moved away from my dad and home, and if I tried to hold her back here- like I wanted to? Who was I to do that.

"Jory…" She laid her arm back around my shoulders. "…You know, you can talk to me about anything." I nodded slightly and tried to fight away the lump in my throat so I could speak. "…even if you did something bad…. What is it?"

"Mum?" I had to ask at last. "You know how you talked about moving back to Ireland?"

It shouldn't be so hard that it felt. As if the worst thing that could ever happen was her moving far away when she had, almost twenty years ago came to America.

But after all, now I needn't worry about if I'd die on that island in the middle of the pacific ocean, the fact that she might be moving across the ocean away from me made me feel like it could all be gone again.

"Let's not talk about that now… If there was anything I learnt for the past month, it's that I never- ever want to be away from you again…."

A stór- my treasure

Avoa- Grandmother

Avó- Grandfather

Random facts

Seeing that small and the big plane through the window is based on something happening in reality. Walking through the airport I saw a plane through the window, a quite big one where they had put the "gate" of a kind so you can go straight from inside the airport and into the plane. It was the first time getting on a plane (the second and last a week later) so I asked my dad "is that the plane I'm getting on?" He answered me "No. Your plane is smaller" And I had to wait for a flight attendant to take me because I hadn't turned eighteen. Then, a much smaller plane (unless I'm wrong it was with 15 lines with seats, with two seats on one side of every line, and one on the other) was the one I was going with. And for getting it I had to go outside, pass the runway and get onto the plane.

And how desperately I am of flying is a story for another day…