Vicky pushes open the door to Timmy's room. His bed is set, but hasn't been used in years. The same old blanket and the same old bed, barely big enough for an adult, let alone Timmy and Vicky together. A thick coating of dust lies on everything. And right in the corner sits the two fish. Those strange bizarre, possibly immortal fish.
"Freaking weird." Vicky says.
Vicky drops onto the bed, which creaks and moans as she slips under the sheets. She coughs on a cloud of dust that flies into the air.
"Stupid vigilante crazy cop. Trying to kill me and my twerp."
Vicky tries to cuddle in by herself as she hears Timmy walk up the stairs with his dad.
"How long will you need to stay?" Mr. Turner asks.
"Don't know. Guess it depends on the statute of limitations. But probably a couple of years at least. We'll help around the house where we can."
"I'm sorry… I didn't know he'd-"
"It's alright, dad. I know you were just trying to save me."
His dad takes another deep breath as Timmy walks into his old room, carrying the clothes and few thousand dollars they have left. He drops their luggage on the floor and sits on the bed as his father goes back downstairs. Timmy is left in the room with Vicky. And everything he pushed to the back of his mind starts to come barreling back.
"Fuck." he mutters. "Just… shit."
He realizes how close they were to getting caught. He realizes how close they were to dying. And he begins to shake. Vicky brings him into her embrace.
"You did good, Timmy."
"We almost died." he gasps. "We almost… we almost died. You got… fuck."
"I got fuck?"
Vicky's attempt to lighten the mood doesn't work. Timmy simply shakes, almost silent, save for the occasional sniffle. The poor teen has been up nearly two days straight. And now he realizes the full weight of everything that's happened. He turns over and meets Vicky's gaze.
"I love you so much, Vicky." He cries out as he pulls in closer, holding tightly. Vicky grunts as Timmy pushes against her left arm, feeling him press against her side wound but keeps quiet, wrapping her unhurt arm around Timmy holding tight.
"I love you too, twerp."
Timmy and Vicky stay still silently, embraced in each other's warmth. They have lost all their savings. They have nowhere else to go and none of them could possibly find work under either of their identities. But now they're home again. Vicky and her twerp soon fall asleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.