Chapter 6:

The rest of that day was an emotional roller coaster for Wirt. Sara, too, but in a different way. There were times where they wouldn't speak for hours, and then they would go off on rants filled with millions of questions. They paced the floor, they bit their fingernails, they cried, they laughed, but mostly, they would just go up to Greg and touch his head or hands, like they were trying to prove with their own minds that they weren't making this up.

As for Greg, he was patient. Extremely patient. He spent the entire day trying to calm Wirt and Sara, and answering all of their questions. A recurring one was they question of why he was there, and no matter how many times he answered, they just couldn't grasp it. By 8 o'clock that night, Greg was getting frustrated. It was past his bedtime, and all he wanted to do was go frog hunting. But, the progress was starting to show. Sara and Wirt were getting used to Greg's presence, and they started to ask different types of questions, like what the unknown was like alone, or if he missed the regular world at all. These were questions that he liked to answer, and it felt for the first time that they were having a real conversation. There was less crying, and more laughing. It became a nice and settled night.

Suddenly, they heard a door close.

"Oh, that's mom and your dad," Wirt said, looking out of the front window to a car that had just pulled up. "They're going to freak when they see you, but I can't wait. They'll be so excited."

Greg stood up, shaking his head. "Wirt," he began, looking worried, "they can't see me."

"What do you mean, they can't see you? You're here, after all, and it wouldn't be so bad."

"Mmm, I don't think that's right. I came here for a mission, and that mission was for you. If they see me, or anyone sees me, it will mess with everyone, real bad."

Wirt hesitated. He saw no apparent problem in letting his parents see their son again, the son that they missed so dearly. But the look on Greg's face, a look of true concern, made Wirt agree. He looked at his brother, then back at the window.

"O-ok. Follow, come on, quickly Greg!" He led his brother upstairs, just in the nick of time. Their parents opened the front door, and saw Sara silently sitting on the couch.

Wirt knew that she wouldn't give anything away. Sara was good with small talk, and stalling people. She would probably just say that Wirt had to grab something from his room.

Wirt brought Greg into his old bedroom, which had remained untouched since the day he died. Wirt knew, though, that his mother would go in there, late at night, and sit on Greg's bed, singing the old lullabies that she would sing to Greg. It made Wirt uncomfortable, mostly because he thought of the same thing everytime she was in there. Would she do that if I died?

Greg's bedroom was, well, what was to expected from Greg. He had light blue walls and a carpet with trains on it. That was everything in his room that wasn't covered in green. It is his favorite color, and it was not very hard to tell. The covers on his bed were green, with little frogs on it. Everything on his shelf was green, too. Green picture frames, books, crayons and toys. All green.

It was no surprise that the first thing Greg did when he saw his bedroom was run to the corner, where a box of Legos was sitting. He had been building a frog. He picked it up, and admired it.

"Gee, I can't wait to finish this."

"Greg," Wirt began, "we, we don't have time for Legos right now! Mom and your dad are downstairs, and Sara can only stall you for so long! What are you going to do?" Greg leaned his body, so he could get a view of Wirt's room.

"Hmm, well it looks to me that you have a bed."

"I know that!" He said frantically, looking over his shoulder to make sure his parents were still occupied.

"I can just hide under that, for now."

"I, I guess," he replied, but he looked puzzled. "I just don't understand why you can't tell mom or your dad."

"Well," he said, still fiddling with the lego frog, "Mom and dad are different than you. They'd go crazy, and not like you crazy. Like, crazy crazy. They'd probably call the police, or a doctor or a fireman."

"Greg, they wouldn't call a fireman."

He looked up at Wirt, seriously. "I'm trying to say that I would be tested on, and nobody would find any answers. It would be a whole big mess."

Suddenly, Wirt heard a thumping noise. He froze, knowing that someone was walking up the stairs. He quickly turned, and to his relief, found that it was Sara.

"I can only stall them for so much longer, you know."

"I know, I know, I just-" Wirt caught a glance at his room. "We know what we're doing with Greg."

"What's the plan?"

"I think I'll hide him under my bed, just until my parents go to sleep. I'll set up some blankets on the floor after that."

"Sounds cool beans," she said. She then turned to Greg. "I don't really understand what's going on, but I'm super excited to see you again. You're a great kid," she said, rustleing his hair. Greg beamed.

She turned to Wirt. "You're extremely brave, Wirt. Call me at any time if you need me, ok?" She then looked at him, smiled, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Wirt blushed, but smiled too. Greg said gross.

"Bye, guys," she said, turning and walking down the stairs.

"I love you," Wirt whispered under his breath, but he wasn't quiet enough.

"Wirt says that he loves you!" Greg called. Sara turned and giggled. Wirt immediately covered Greg's mouth with his hand.

"No, no, I didn't say that! I mean, I like wouldn't say that I don't love you, but like I didn't say-"

"Goodnight, Wirt," she interrupted.

"Good-goodnight, Sara," he replied.

"Night, night!" Greg yelled, after licking Wirt's hand and making him pull away.

Wirt looked at his little brother, who in one hand tightly clutched a toy frog, and in the other was fastly waving at Sara. Wirt smiled. It was just like old times.