[center][h1][color=gray]Edvvard Erikson[/color][/h1][/center]

Eddie pulled up to the house with a smile. It had been many years since he had heard from any of them. He remembered each of them and had thought of them often. However, he didn't feel any malice or anger towards how they had treated him. They were kids. They have grown up. This would be a chance for a fresh start. As he sat in his car, listening to his music, he didn't notice the car and cab that had pulled up.

He turned his radio off and climbed out of his car, noticing Donnie getting out of the cab. "Hey, Donnie. How's everything been? Got a family yet?" He tried to act cheerful and welcoming as he eyed the man. His accent had obviously faded but it was still there. His voice betrayed that he was still subconsciously afraid of him.

He looked to the house with a smile as he began up the steps. "A couple of decades since we walked up these steps." he said with a glance at Donnie. "Feels a bit nostalgic, don't it?"

He knocked loudly, not wanting to be rude and just walk in. That was one thing his mother had always drilled into his head. He missed her but felt he would see her again on his trip to Europe. He almost wished his family was still in the states but understood why they had moved back. Eddie hadn't been able to join them at the time but he knew they wouldn't have wanted to force him away from his job.