Mawz glided through the door into his old bedroom.
Everything was gone.
The bed, the desk, his nightstand, even his favorite chair. The windows did not even have their drapes. It was as if his family had made sure to erase him from memory forever. Without taking a second look, he turned and glided back through the door.
As he came out, he was facing one last door. His brother's old room. He knew it was his, because it had the scratches along the bottom that their parents had never noticed. The results of one of their many fights. But that had been so long ago...
He glided through the door, into the last room, and found what he had least expected to find: His brother was sitting at his desk, writing in his journal, as he always did. The room was clean, the bed made, and the drapes pulled back. Everything was perfect.
(For lack of creative name-rendering) Attu continued to write away in his journal, unaware of Mawz's entrance. Mawz walked up to him and whispered, "Attu. I'm home again, like I promised."
Attu jumped, and the quill darted across the page. He scrambled out of the chair and gave Mawz a big hug, nearly picking him up. Attu was only a year younger than Mawz, so they had only been fairly close in physical build.
Attu let of Mawz and grinned. "Have you seen Ma yet?"
Mawz shook his head and grinned back. "I wanted to see you first."
"Well, come on. Let's go." Attu walked over to the door and opened it.