1 Prologue

Jordan Williams sat in seat 4B staring out of the window of the plane, watching it taxi the runway. He couldn't believe after a year and a half of being away from home that he was going back. He cleared his throat and sat back on his seat buckled the belt that was attached to it. It had been around seventy five degrees out that afternoon allowing him the option of blue jeans shorts a white polo t~shirt. A pair of brown rust coloured men's sandals that he'd gotten from a Wallmart in Chicago encased his feet. He wiggled his toes from inside the shoes and glanced down at his laptop.He was playing chess game over the internet. It was his turn. He checked to see exactly where he could move a pawn, just so he could get into his opponent's domain. After some decisive thinking,he moved his pawn to the right of a third chess piece on the board.

Jordan pulled up to his old house, staring out at the home, not really sure he wanted to proceed to its entrance. There were so many memories there that left a familiar pang in the centre of his heart. He wiped his eyes and swallowed back the pain. He remembered learning to ride his tricycle out on the sidewalk at two years old. His dad has bought for him; his first bike. He could see the tall, rail thin , two years old with equally long arms and legs little boy he'd been. During that time, he was going through his superman phase and had worn a blue superman outfit he'd gotten that Christmas while he was riding. A smile formed across his face as he remembered the wind blowing across his body, giving him the feeling that he was flying. Inhaling sharply, he could hear the sound of the little horn on his handle bar, warning the invisible villians to get out of the way.

Jordan laughed softly at this nastalgia and turned off the ignition' He opened the door of his rental vehicle and exited. Closing the door and locking it, he stepped over the curb and walked up to the house. Unlocking the door, he listened as it cracked open. The cracks was from the lack of use. Pushing it completely open, he went inside and then closed it. He walked into the hallway, his heart seemed to stop. He recognised the scent of lilacs immediately. Sighing he wondered if she was the one who had been doing this. Of course! His mind screamed.