One Of The 4400 Part 1 & 2

Chapter 2

On the ride home, I managed to get both of them talking to me about their job occupations: Holly was a lawyer and Vance, a police officer. It was nice asking about it, it gave me hope that I could get a job soon and be out of Holly's home as soon as I got used to being in a new era.

"So where do you live now, Holly?" I asked.

"On Forty and Fifth, there." She raised her hand, moving it towards the window, her finger pointing to a medium sized house.

It was white with blue awnings, perfect white fence, and even a pool in the backyard I could see from here.

The taxi stopped, the taxi driver looking back at us, Holly rummaging through her purse for cash to pay him.

I swear in that moment I heard Vance say under his breath, "Even after all these years, she doesn't know how to..."

I looked at him as he passed a couple bucks to the taxi driver, he had taken it out from his wallet, before Holly could.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, looking at me after he had given the taxi driver the money.

"Nothing," I said, shaking my head. I moved to get out of the taxi. Holly was waiting for us.

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Stepping in the house, the first thing that I saw was stairs on my left hand side, and in the hall, there was Ma and Pa, there at the right moment and at the right time.

"Vera, you're finally home!" Ma said, running to me despite her age. Sure, Ma, Lindy Warren, was old, in her fifties and had wrinkles all over but she was spry and walked like she was a teenager.

I ran to her, wanting her embrace and Dad's.

My Pa, named Aaron, looked yearningly at me while my mother embraced me in a hard hug. I hugged her back, loving the warmth emanating from her.

When she finally pulled back, she had tears running down her face. "I miss you so much..." she whispered. I smiled at her. "I missed you too, Ma."

Then Dad took the small window of opportunity to hug me. I hugged him back. To say I didn't miss my dad despite our differences in the past was an understatement. A huge one.

He and I didn't get along with my love for the Beatles and the eighties music, especially when he preferred classical music. But that was now in the past.

"Oh God..." Dad whispered into my ear. I only held him tighter. I knew that despite him being a grown man, he would be the one feeling the most guilty--we had a fight about Vance, making me go to the woods with Vance and vent. Basically leaving me to my fate.

"I missed you a lot, Dad." I whispered, tears were falling freely down my face and onto Dad's sweater. I could hear someone behind me sniffle. It was probably Holly. She was emotional, in a good way.

"Mama, who's she and why is she hugging Grandpa?" I heard a child's voice ask Holly. Dad let go of me and stepped back, we both quickly wiped our tears away for the child who was yet to be part of the adult situation.

I turned around, seeing my niece Laney. I gasped at the sight of her. She was an exact mix of Vance and Holly, with her dirty blonde curls and her olive skin and her hazel eyes.

"Laney, meet your Aunt Vera..." Holly said.

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