It felt strange to be home again. It felt like he has been gone for months, and at the same time, it felt like he had been gone just hours. As he lifted his sister into his arms and hip checked the door closed, he thought he detected movement inside the bed and breakfast H.e made his way to the front door and before he even knocked, the door swung open, revealing his parents.<br/><br/>His mother, Julianne Stein, came forward and wrapped the siblings in a hug, a cloud of light citrus washing over them. She always smelled like oranges, for as long as Ryah could remember. Her long, silvery blond hair tickled his face but he didn't mind.<br/><br/>Behind her, tall and imposing, stood his father. It was clear where Ryah got most of his looks from. The same jawline, the same nose and the same hair, and though it was more silver and pepper at this point, Samuel Stein kept his shorn short.<br/><br/>"Mum, dad," the words came out softer than he'd intended. Ryah cast a glance at the pair of them, brow furrowing for a moment. "Dad," he began. "He helped us. Don't--don't hurt him."<br/><br/>"We'll bring her back to us," his mother said, leading him to one of the empty rooms in their personal living quarters, leaving Drake with his father just inside the lobby of The Owl and Holly.