Eidolic
It takes a week for Arthur to find them again while Alfred sleeps, slipping through incorporeal trails he once travelled long ago, in a more curious time. It takes most of his energy, but he manages to forge farther ahead each day, resting when Alfred is at school.
Finally, he finds them.
He holds his breath as he passes through the very real house surrounding a smaller structure long gone, the scent of fresh bread wafting around him as he knocks on the door that isn't there.
Excited, melodic murmurs, and the door is thrown open.
"Arthur, mon petit chou!"
Posted: June 18, 2016
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: You didn't think I wouldn't include him, did you?!