Travis smiled at the way that Starla hugged her fatherâ€™s leg and had giggled. Then he looked up and chuckled slightly uncomfortable at the words that Nathaniel said about the picture. He never liked it. He looked like someone whoâ€™d spend too much time in his room. To him, he looked like a ghost on the picture and not to mention the horrible clothing he was wearing at that time. But he held his mouth shut and shrugged lightly. Travis looked around again and then grinned, while he tried to keep his teeth from clattering without success, â€œNaah, Iâ€™ve been dropped off. Iâ€™ll be taking the b-bus back home.â€ He told him. Then he patted on the blue, not too big, backpack that was hanging on his left shoulder. â€œI have everything I n-need right here.â€ His tongue started feeling numb due to the cold. He wasnâ€™t even sure if that was even possible. Or maybe it was because of something else, he wasnâ€™t quite sure. For not he blamed the cold. Normally he wouldnâ€™t stutter or mumble. Travis usually spoke loud and clear, but then again he had to because of the fact that he was a coach.<br/><br/>Before he entered the house he stood there for a little while longer as the cold and wet snow started to infiltrate his clothing. But he just had to look around for a little longer. It had been so long and he had so many memories. Only when a strong wind almost pushed him inside he opened the screen and walked in. Travis closed the door and looked around. Most of it seemed exactly the same. Of course there was a different decoration, but that hadnâ€™t surprised him. The warmth from inside felt comfortable, but it didnâ€™t warm him that much due to the wet clothing he was wearing. Yes, he loved snow but not when he was outside. Travis took his jacket off and then the sweater. Under that he wore a grey shirt, which now had dark spots on him and especially at the back, that he tugged on to keep it from sticking to his body. Without success, it just got in the same shape as his body again. He shrugged it away and then took of his shoes, which were covered with melting snow. Then he walked to the kitchen and smiled as he saw Nathaniel and Starla. He felt sorry for him to only have his daughter left but there wasnâ€™t much he could say or do. Nor did he want to offend him.<br/><br/>Travis ran his fingers through his wet hair and then looked around. â€œCan I put my bag somewhere?â€ He asked as he lifted the blue backpack with his strong arm. Then he scratched his chin and looked up at Nathaniel again. Soon his eyes were wondering through the kitchen again and there was a slightly amused look in his eyes. It was as if nothing had changed.