What I forgot to remember.
It had taken almost an entire week for someone to be contacted to let Billy see his old home. Or his current home... He wasn't sure anymore. He still only knew the basics, his brother, grandfather, father, and that he apparently had children. Finally Clint told him he was going home, something he dreaded. When he was dropped off, his fate was sealed, Clint driving away.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to get walking to the door. He hesitated there, raising his hand to knock. What if he didn't remember still, what if the person inside was angry at him, what if this was all some sort of conspiracy to kill him. He swallowed his apprehension, knuckles barely brushing the door. "Oh well, looks like no one's home, I'll just walk back to Clint's."
