Walking through a new door.

[tophatcandycane]

Willy had never thought that he would have a chance to go back home, even if it were for a short while. He saw a new door in his apartment and decided to allow his curiosity to get the best of him. He took a chance, turned the knob and the scene of his father's house greeted his eyes. "Oh great...of all places, it leads me here. Can the ghosts show

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[white_wilbur]

Wilbur had not noticed Willy standing at the bottom of the steps at first. He had lived alone for so long the scenery started to meld together. He turned to walk down the steps and froze. "May I help you?" His voice sounded nearly cold and distant.

He wanted to believe that the person he was seeing before him was his son yet he made no approach to show any emotional response.

[tophatcandycane]

Willy stared at his father for a moment and shook his head slowly. Suddenly the bricks looked more interesting as he lost his thoughts to the colors. He was now paying attention to the brick and mortar to the side of him than the aging man in front of him. He didn't really pay much attention to the fact that he was blocking the elder man's path.

[white_wilbur]

Wilbur pursed his lips in frustration that the man before him didn't even address him and he was losing his patience. "Are you just going to stand there counting bricks? There has to be a reason you are here," Wilbur addressed the other harshly.

[tophatcandycane]

Willy's thoughts were snapped as if a virtual bubble had been popped. His covered eyes showed shock, his jaw nearly dropped, his head snapped to regard his father. "Yes. There is a purpose," he retorted.

Willy cleared his throat and realized quickly that there was something on his mind that he's been wanting to say for many years yet had not gathered the courage to say such and his time at the apartments taught him one thing. Stand still, you'll die. This situation was no different. "I came here to ask you why you pushed me away," he continued.