The wanderer returns

Well, one of them is back... that's a start.

He returned at some ungodly hour looking a mixture of tired, overjoyed and scared. We sat around for a while and he shot upstairs to bed mumbling something about a brother.

The next three days were very odd. He'd be here one minute and then gone the next and wouldn't come back for hours. We'd go for 2 walks a day which is cool, but it's kind of odd not having Mum around... I wonder where she is.