<br/>Miya jumped at the sound of the car turning off and flung open the door.  She saw him and  her voice squeaked with excitement.  "You're home!"  she cried flinging herself towards him and the car with childish exuberance.  "You're home, you're home, you're home."  she repeated, laughing as she spoke.  "It's been forever and I missed you terribly but now you're back and you're home and everything is going to be fine, and I cleaned your room and made up your bed and I'm making spaghetti and garlic bread and we have ice cream and..."  she stopped, blushing at the rapidity of her babbling and stood back for a moment to take in the sight of him.   "You look so tall."  she said studying his face and comparing it to the memories of the face she had known so well.   "You've been travelling for hours, you must be exhausted.  Come in, please.  Come and sit with me..."  she looked at him again.  "Or did you want a shower, dinner won't be ready for an hour or so, you could get cleaned up."<br/><br/>She extended her hands towards him as if to take his.  "Do you have bags?  Stuff?  I can help you with it."<br/><br/>Her eyes were bright, her face unguarded and smiling.  She was just as she had been two years ago when he left.  It seemed the two years had barely touched her, as if she had been in stasis, waiting for his return.