Getting out of the car was even more...<i>entertaining</i>that getting in to it. Heather reached over and grabbed the chair, dragged herself out of the car by her arms, which had grown considerably stronger over the last few weeks. Her feet got tangled with each other and she reached back to try and lift one of them, only to feel the chair begin to tip slightly. "Ah! Whoah! Okay, easy does it." She pushed herself back, and untangled her feet, then tried again. This time was easier and she managed to slide into the chair and spin so she was sitting in it with her feet still in the car's foot well, ankles crossed. "Whew! Okay, that worked, I suppose." She was going to have a nice bruise on her left shin, she knew that. "Ugh. You know, I sometimes think it would have been easier if they'd cut them off altogether..." She muttered. Not really meaning it, but there were times when having legs that didn't work seemed like a worse handicap than not having legs at all.<br/><br/>Heather eased her feet out of the car, placing them one at a time on the wheelchair's footrests, then leant forward to strap them in place so they didn't fall off. That done she released the bake and, after pulling her weight training gloves from the pockets of her pants and slipping them on, she began wheeling the chair up the ramp and into the house.<br/><br/>Heather felt the load go off her arms as April stepped behind her and began pushing. She shrugged. She was strong and independent, and wasn't going to let her daughter pamper her, but give her this one. She didn't say anything, just let April wheel her into the house. Crispy was there and mewed at her. "Hey furball, you pleased to see me, hmm?" She smiled as the cat jumped into her lap. "Ooh, looks like someone just discovered a new way of getting around the house, lazy thing!" The cat's purr filled the air as she scritched him behind his ears and under the chin. "I wonder if he knows his daddy isn't coming back?" Cats were supposed to have a sort-of sixth sense about these things, Heather had read somewhere.<br/><br/>"It's very nice dear, thank you." She answered her daughter. The mantelpiece was poignant but Heather had cried all her tears. She wanted to focus on the good memories now. She allowed April to give her a guided tour of the remodelled house. Everything was lower, every passage and doorway was wider. There was a new ramp into the back yard, and the door sills had been covered, front and back.  The bath room was weird though. "Er... that looks more like one massive shower?" She said and then realised something. "Oh... Er. While we're in here, could you give me a hand? Last time I tried to do this by myself, I ended up peeing on the floor while pulling frantically on the emergency chord!" She noticed that there was an emergency chord here too. "Just out of interest, where does that ring an alarm?"