NO PLACE LIKE HOME DECOR
Upon reaching the edge of the park, Dirk plops his ass down on the ground. The longer he has been holding the box, the more an idea has taken hold. It's one he can hardly bring himself to fathom, and yet it seems the most likely possibility for what is contained within. Most of what he had possessed had been either electronic or random bullshit. The bots would be far too large to fit in this, and even if they had been resized for portability or whatever nonsense reason the powers that be have for making such a change, this is much too light to contain either of them.
There had been one thing, however, that he had possessed that people almost universally weren't fans of. The box still wasn't quite the right size, but if it had been bent in half. No if *he* had been bent in half... then maybe...
With a deep breath and shaking hand, he pulls the lid off the box. The bottom of it falls away to the ground as he yanks the lanky fabric figure of Cal out. He's still clad in the same shirt he was wearing when Dirk had lost him. The stitches where he has had to repair a few things over the years telling him that this was the very same one he had always had. The empty vessel, somehow returned to him across time and space, and if he had spent any time in the ocean where he had fallen, it wasn't visible.
Dirk isn't crying, but he is close, as he sits on the ground, face buried into the plush body with his arms wrapped tightly around the best friend he had ever had.
[This is Cal, as he appeared when dropped:
https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/mspaintadventures/images/5/51/DreamCalB2.png/revision/latest?cb=20130304224137 ]
