I stood outside Dad's door for a couple minutes while he got dressed. My head was spinning; we were going to find Mom. After half a decade.

I wondered what she'd been doing. Why did she go back to Cloud Cookoo Land? Is she still there?

Did she give up on Dad? No, she wouldn't have. They loved each other too much. Anyway, they had a kid to look after. She wouldn't have left unless she had a really good reason to.

I guess.

I didn't notice Dad open the door, I was too deep in my thoughts.

"You aren't brooding, are you?" Dad asked, very seriously.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "No. Why…?"

He shrugged. "Something your Mom used to do a lot."

I laughed.

Dad brushed my fringe out of my eyes.

"You look at lot like Lucy these days. Imean, except from the hair, you've got my hair color, but you look like her a lot-"

I smiled. "Do I really?"

He grinned at me. "Yeah, you do."

I stood, processing this information. I felt kind of proud, to be honest. Then I realized.

"I'll go and get my schoolbag and empty it, so we can take it with us," I said, already walking over to my room.

After I came out of my room, bag ready, Dad was down by the front door, waiting for me.

"Hey, you don't have a jacket!" he noticed.

"Oh yeah…" I started to walk back up the stairs to get a hoodie from my wardrobe.

"Wait."

I turned around. "Hmmm?"

Dad held out a mass of black cloth.

"Wear this."

I walked back over to him and took the fabric from his hand.

It was Mom's hoodie.

"Are you sure you trust me with this?" I asked nervously- I knew how much it meant to him.

He nodded vigorously. "Yeah. It's not really any use to me, to be honest."

I grinned, and put on the jacket. It fitted like a glove.

We were silent most of the way to the bus stop. Not because we were being antisocial or anything, but because it was 3 in the morning, and I was most definitely tired, and I'm guessing Dad was too.

"Hey, uh, Summer?" I was kicking a pebble between my feet as I walked and didn't look up from it.

"Uh, why were you downstairs earlier?"

I cursed under my breath. I had a feeling that he'd ask that, but not as quickly as that.

I stayed silent for a few moments, wondering whether I should lie or not.

My honesty won the battle.

"I was going to run away to find Mom," I said directly, not looking at Dad as I said it. I could hear him freeze mid-step, and I toom that opportunity to bend down, pick up the pebble and run down to the bus stop as fast as I could.