Homecoming - Home is where the Heart isIt was dark, pitch dark, darkness thick as a mattress when he opened his eyes. He lay motionless, his brain working, body not moving for a long time till his breaths breathed in an orderly fashion. It felt like an eternity of sleep, and the dreams were bad, and that wasn't surprising at all. He never had good dreams. His dreams were not filled with green pastures, singing birds, hot coffee and pastries rather filled with dark blood, skeletal remains, and viciously screaming monsters. Every sleep was torturous, and he always felt lost in time, like it, time, never existed. It has been a while since he had left home and now he had a sudden urge to go back home.
He felt his legs and arms and found there were no chains. Someone has untied him.
He though
