It had been a long time coming, the day he planned to come home, to see what was left. It was the same as the night two years ago: A ruin, the roof caved in, scorched windows, smashed walls, wrecked floor; all result of his fight against Avon. Tomix stepped inside the building: It was even worse inside. There was only smashed remains of the items inside the house. He knew what he needed.
He went upstairs, entering the second door on the left: His old room. Inside, was a mostly smashed room. He threw over the smashed bed, and under it stood a safe: The only suvuing thing in the room. He remembered the combinaion: 747. Inside were the remains of his old life.
Photographs littered it, still perfectly preserved. There was a small toy owl, from Tomix's childhood. There was various other items inside. Tomix picked up one photo. Tomix, Sara, his brother Avon, and his best friend Grif. The sight of it overwhealmed him, and tears began to descend.
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