Sign took a deep breath.
Weeks, months (Or had it just been a few days? He'd lost track.) of being alone in his room, thinking, had done something to him, made him realize something. All the relationships he'd formed here, all the love he'd thought he'd felt for the people here, none of it was real. None of it. All of it had just been to cope with the fact that he'd been missing his family, whether he knew that or not at the time.
Now? Now he was ready to go home, ready to leave this colorful, crazy, hurtful place behind. Bob and Avian, they were both great despite their (many, many) flaws, but Sign was ready to move on.
He lifted his right hand towards the door and couldn't help a small smile. He was ready to go home and get his left hand back.
He let out the breath he'd been holding and knocked. The door opened hesitantly, and Origami gasped.
"Steven?"
