The place that was once home. Still there. Waiting. I move closer. There's someone here. Somebody living in my home. Can't blame them, I suppose. I approach carefully, don't want to spook anybody. Front door open. Go in? Yeah. Call out. No answer. Look around. Not much different from when I left. Fire burning so somebody's not far away. A voice behind me "Dont move", I dont, it's a kid's voice. More dangerous than they look, kids. "Who are you? What do you want?" Feel the point of a knife in my back. I explain. Quickly. Not quickly enough.