The small amounts of gravel crunching under Taylor and James's feet were the only sound coming between them. That… and heavy breathing. James knew, or at least he thought he knew, where he was. They had been walking for two days now, and to say that they were tired was an understatement. When his brain was this tired, James wasn't really sure of anything anymore. A zoo could have looked like his house at the moment. He stopped and yawned widely before attempting to stumble forward again. Taylor, coming out of her thoughts, stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"How much farther?" Taylor sounded exhausted, but her eyes were still bright and lit up, like this was just a very difficult game of I-Spy. James looked her in the eyes, hoping desperately that she couldn't see that he had no idea. James knew where his house was… he knew it was in this general area, but he didn't know exactly where his house was. What if they had already passed it?

He shrugged. "Not much farther."

Taylor and James both knew that was a lie, but to avoid her gaze, James closed his eyes, imagining his house. It sat on top of a giant, rolling hill, right next to a tiny town called Bayberry. The mansion was square, and had four floors, although it seemed much bigger when you were looking at it from the outside. The house itself was creamy white, and giant dormers covered the top floor. It was big, and beautiful, and, for now, it was all James's. He opened his eyes, and was in awe. He was standing in front of his house. Taylor stared at him, and all the exhaustion and desperation that she had seemed to evaporate when she smiled.

"How did you do that?" Taylor had thought she had seen the coolest, and weirdest, ever since she had met James, but this topped it by a mile. "Have you even Transported before?"

James shook his head, not really comprehending what 'Transported' meant. He would get Taylor to explain that to him later. Right now, all he cared about was that Taylor and him were safe and they were home…

Taylor was staring at the house, taking in all of its glory, but James's movement pulled her out of her daze. They walked up to the porch and James tried the door. It was locked. James wasn't surprised at all, but for a second, he wondered if the door was going to 'pop' and open itself up. He stared at it for a few seconds, with no avail. James moved over to the giant potted fern that stood right next to the door. To the normal eye, the fern looked like a normal, healthy plant, but as James pulled up on it's leafy branches, the plastic soil came up with the plant. James reached down and retrieved the key at the bottom of the pot. Taylor looked at James, puzzled, and he just smiled, sticking the key in the keyhole and opening the door. Taylor stepped into the cool, airy house, and James had one foot in the doorway when he heard something… an engine, and crunching gravel. He turned around.

Coming up the giant hill that doubled as a driveway, was a slightly old-looking truck. James stared at it, bewildered. Who in the world was that… and why were they coming up his driveway?

Minutes later, the truck, gasping and sputtering, rolled to the top of the hill, and two people got out of it. James looked at them, too confused to be scared. Actually, they weren't scary at all. There was a boy who hopped out of the driver's side, and James had to resist doing a double take. This was a kid who looked maybe as old or younger than Lee. Did he really have his license? James realized that the two unknown people were staring at him, with just as much confusion and shock as James felt, written on their faces. James was going to confront them, but not before he looked at the second person. The kid was saying something, probably asking James a question, but he couldn't hear. His heart had skipped a couple of beats.

The second person was obviously a girl. She had tangles of pure, creamy blonde tumbles that framed her dainty little face and her light, apple green eyes, perfectly. She seemed to have lost some weight, and now, she seemed a bit on the extremely thin side, but still, she was here. His sister was actually here, standing a few feet away from him.

"James?" Tabitha asked loudly. She sounded shocked and excited.

"Who—?" the boy started

"James!" Tabitha cried, and sprinted in his arms. James hugged Tabitha, but not as hard as she was hugging him. It was like she was trying to crush his very bones.