Finally home

Mick manages a tired smile, his nerves starting to quiet. Rosetta had always been able to calm him down. Kissing her back lightly, he wraps his arms around her and gives her a warm hug.

"Thank you for putting up with me." He chuckles as he withdraws. "Can you imagine me as a crotchety old man?" He realizes he's left himself wide open for a teasing remark about his age now, so he holds up a finger. "No comments from you."

Sighing, he lets her go and looks to the door. "Guess I better get back out there. If you see Jade before I do... Oh, I don't know. Maybe if it's a woman thing, she'd talk to you." He shrugs. "I won't bother her anymore."

Mick straightens his hat, and after going to compliment BJ on his coloring, he heads back outside, picking up where he'd left off.


Jeff enters the quiet dining room, finding a chair and easing down slowly. He was alive. He had recovered. But he still felt tired and weak. It just wasn't going away. Would he always feel like this? He wondered.

Hearing a vehicle, he looks outside to see a truck leave, and he knew someone was taking Jason to the airport. He felt a little bad for Katie, but he also knew that she and Jason were connected no matter how far apart they were. In a way, it was a comfort to Jeff, knowing that she had someone like that who would care for her.


Bret takes the walkway slowly, though a smile was on his face. Using a cane, he walks gingerly to the porch already sore just from the ride to the hospital, but he was home. He was finally home.

Stopping at the door, he looks to Charlotte, his eyes twinkling. "I'd chase you around the house, but... I don't think I'd do too well yet."

Though hurting, he was in good spirits, just knowing he was able to be home now. The doctor had even given him permission to drive if he was extra careful, so there was hope for his future too.

Making it inside, the couch is his first destination, and he gives a sigh of relief, once he's sitting down. "Ahh, this feels good. No more hospital bed."