A rare few days of freedom topside had the angel following tangents of memory, wandering through streets and popping around the country. When he materialized on the large front lawn of the hauntingly familiar house he didn’t move forward towards the door or move on to the next location. He just stood, trying to figure out why it felt safe, staring at the building.
The house sensed him, just as Alex did. The angel who had lurked so awkwardly, yet endearingly, and had been missing for so long was now standing in the yard just as awkwardly.
If Raum was anything, he was consistent.
She crossed the kitchen quietly and, ever so gently, opened the front door. She could sense confusion within Raum, more than normal, and the last thing she wanted to do was startle the poor man.
“Hey there, Raum,” she greeted calmly, still in her pajamas, looking him over carefully. He was…very different, poor guy.
He takes a moment, still staring up at the second floor, before he slowly eyes over. Yet another person who knew his name. He blinks and takes in the woman’s appearance. Some sting of recognition but nothing more than he’d had with others.
“You know me.” He frowns and tilts his head barely. It was a horrible sensation, the people he’d known, who knew him still. Guilt and frustration with a big old serving of complete confusion.