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"Eugene- please come back. Eugene Gilbert Roe!" the house behind the 10-year-old as he entered into Milliways was old and well kept. His Grandma had always kept a neat house and today was no exception. All the family and friends were gathered at the little haven he had found in Bayou Chene to mourn his fathers death. Grandma Roe's voice, even from the bottom of the steps was loud and hopful wanting her grandson back with them. Gene, however, had no want to be there.

Without even looking up to see if he was in his room or not he closed the door behind him hoping that the slaming sound would keep his grandparents or older sister Sarah from bothering him. Reaching up he tore the tie lose from around his neck finally glancing up and..stopping.

This wasn't his room anymore.