More than 99% of all runaways return home, and of those 77% end up back home within a week. Hypnos had been no different. She landed back on Earth, barely, and fell onto the grass in which she originally left. Whether her body couldn't remain powered up or she realized she was back on Earth as Hypnos in the middle of the day, it was Ainsley McMahon who laid on the ground heaving harsh, sharp and difficult breaths.
She had taken none of the stuff back home with her that she had originally taken with her to Hypnos. She had barely managed to get back on her own and taking her suitcase and blanket home seemed completely out of the question. It wasn't like they were going to go anywhere. They couldn't move on their own, they had no where to disappear and there was nothing and no one that Ainsley knew of actually living on the asteroid. She would go back and collect it another day but for now she had to worry about getting home and getting better.
It was a hard.
It was a hard and long walk.
Her feet dragged and her body ached as she struggled down the street. She wasn't sure which way was which and when she tried to cross the street she found herself falling back onto her a** when a car flew by and an angry driver cursed at her. Was it not walk? She couldn't tell. Her vision was blurring and the need to get home was overwhelming. Nothing else seemed to matter. All of the problems and quarrels she had with Earth, and everything that happened were lost at the moment as her sanity seemed to slip in and out of a her consciousness.
One minute she was crossing the street and the next minute she was in a different area all together. Had she even crossed the street? Ainsley wasn't sure. Time was passing by strangely and Ainsley didn't understand what was going on. She vaguely recognized the area she was in and she struggled to read street signs.
It was the park that managed to struggle into her reality and alert her of where she was. She didn't know exactly but she knew this park was right by her house! Hope in the glazed over eyes of the sick preteen, she crossed through the park as fast as she could. The sooner she got home...
The sooner she got home...
She kept this thought in mind and even though she was unable to finish the train of thought, she did eventually get home. It was the stairs before the door that seemed to be the most difficult part of her journey yet. She stared at them for what felt like five minutes before she even seemed to take a step toward them. Hand on the railing, Ainsley tried to lift a foot up. Tedious and slow, Ainsley managed to get to the door. She tried to turn the door knob but found herself too weak to, or maybe the door was locked? She seemed unsure but she found her head falling forward and hitting the door lightly with a thump before her hands made fists and poked at the door in a pathetic attempt to knock.
Eventually the door opened and Ainsley fell forward into a pair of arms. They felt familiar. Was it her sister? She looked up in a haze. It wasn't her sister who met her at the door. It was face she hadn't seen in years and because of it (mixed with her current state of mind) Ainsley couldn't tell whether it was real or not as reality seemed to mix with dreams. She couldn't stop the soft smile from falling across her lips as her head brushed against an expensive fabric.
"Mom?" She asked as everything after blurred and her eyes closed tightly.
