Earth is home, and every breath of wind and sun and soil feels like a welcome back; he basks in the familiarity and the peace. There are problems, still, but nothing he can’t handle. He’s confident, and everything is under control. He has Sara back. He’s happy.

Yet sometimes he wanders out at night to roam the rooftops, searching hopelessly for feeling of wind rushing through his hair and the sensation of weightlessness. The wings are gone forever, of course. Maybe they were never really there. But he wanders anyway, searching for something he can’t define.

He misses them.