Eric whistled along with the radio as he made the rather long drive from his home in New York to the quiet town of Biscay Sound, on his way to visit his grandmother. His grandfather died last year, and she's been complaining that their old house feels so cold and empty with him gone so Eric decided to drop by for a week or two to try and cheer her up. He recently finished a major project for a local firm and had been paid quite handsomely for his toil and effort, and so could afford a nice little vacation.<br/><br/>"Oh, how I've missed this place...." He said to himself with a smile as he passed the wooden sign that read, 'Welcome to Biscay Sound' over a painted scene of sail boats and the iconic light house. Nostalgic memories of the many summers he spent here as a kid began flooding back as he took in the familiar sights, sounds and smells of the pleasant sea side town.<br/><br/>His grandmother lived in an old house near the woods. It wasn't too far from town, but insured she had her privacy. As he pulled into the long, sloped drive way he was greeted by a small yapping dog that ran at his car. "Hello Scrap!" He said happily as he climbed out the car. The excited terrier jumping happily around him as he walked around the house to the small garden where his gradmother was working, the dog rarely left her side so if it was outside, it meant she was too.<br/><br/>"Hey Grammy." Eric greeted hapily as he approached her. "Eric! What are you doing here?" She asked, pleasantly surprised by his unannounced visit as she stood up from her flowers to embrace her grandson. "What? A man can't come visit his dear Grammy?" He asked, teasing her as they made their way inside to enjoy some tea and conversation.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the long drive began to take it's toll on Eric. His eyes grew heavy and he was finding it hard to stay awake. "I'm sorry, I'm quite exausted after that drive. I think I'll go get some sleep." He said apologetically to the sweet old lady as he stood up from the coushy arm chair. "See you tomorrow." He said as he headed up the stairs to the room he had stayed in when he was younger. It was much like he remembered, it still had the star wars posters on the walls. He smiled to himself as he climbed into the bed and let the exaustion sweep him away into a deep and restful sleep.