Home, sweet home.
Simba got back after deciding to take some time off from the circus. His life had been a bit too much confusing for him and he found it way too much... overwhelming, perhaps. But now he was back. He didn't go anywhere, actually. He spent a couple days in the city, in a dark old hotel, the only one he could afford (and wanted to afford), but now he was back. He missed his friends, and adoptive brothers and sisters. A lot had changed, there were a lot of new people around, new acts, better performers. He felt a little bit left out, to be honest, but in a couple days he'd be perfect. Or so he thought.
"Home, sweet home." Simba whispered when he walked in the circus' entrance, still with an old back pack hanging from his shoulder.