"Alright hurry back," he said as she once again left the cave. He took the roasting meat off the spit and began to portion it out, then went to check on one of the side rooms. He walked into a room off the right and pulled back some vines he had strung to the ceiling. He went in and saw the few meager things he had left from his days in the village. He sat down and picked up a piece of cloth. He thought back to the days when he would carry this little blanket with him everywhere, and when he would wonder through the woods, it would remind him he would be home someday. "This isn't just a cave anymore," he said to himself, "its a home, no more running, I'm home,"