At the drugstore, she picked up an inexpensive book for Dylan. It was filled with small mickey mouse figures and had a large playmat folded inside. She picked up some arnica cream for Kyle, and then stepped next door to the grocery store, to pick up a six pack of Buds. Heading back to the loft, she hesitated before she entered, realising how right it felt that Kyle was here. This would always be his home, in spite of any interior decorating she did, this place would forever feel like him. All around her, she felt his presence like he was within the very structure of the building. He saluted playfully as she opened the door, and took the brown paper bags to the kitchen. Uncapping a beer, and selecting the arnica cream, she walked towards him, seeing his grin as she realised she had ventured
