Morningstar Manor

It was Amos' sister Amanda who greeted Emma door. She stepped back, waving in the younger girl in and directing her toward the stairs.

In his old room, Amos was busily clicking away at his computer, working a paper that wasn't due for weeks yet. Piled in the corners were telling stacks of cardboard boxes and there were enough pieces of dirty laundry on the floor to say that Amos had been living here for more than just a couple days.

When the door started to open he whirled around in his chair, "Watch Carrots!"

One of the perks of his new volunteer job was that he got to take long breaks in which to walk the dogs. With a trembling, tiny Chihuahua on his right and a long-eared, droopy-eyed Basset Hound on his left he set out from the shelter and decided to swing by the Manor.

Maybe he could give Emma a call and if she wanted to walk with him. It felt like forever since they'd had time to do anything together....

Amos had wanted to come over as soon as Emma had gotten home, but figuring that would be beyond rude he refrained and managed to restrain himself long enough to give her a few days to settle back in and recuperate from her trip.

Surely now though she'd had enough time and he turned up on her doorstep with some rented DVDs, a still warm pizza, and a hopeful expression.

They pulled into the college parking lot, and Emma realised she wasn't quite as nervous now she was actually here as she had been waiting in the lobby for Amos to pick her up. He'd offered to drive her in, and she'd been more than happy to accept, knowing that she might otherwise have just sat in her car and worried herself into being late. Now though, it was probably alright, although, she was still nervous.

"So, um, I have my map, my class schedule, and um, we're meeting for lunch at one right?" Emma smiled, "Are you nervous? I know I am."