A Long Way from Home

Living room. Home.

Nangong Wuyue and Y'zaks were standing on Hao Ren's left and right respectively like the sentries at the Tower of London. Vivian and Lily checked their luggage for the last time to make sure that everything was in order. Everyone looked dead serious like the crew at a space shuttle launch pad.

"Two sets of clothes—checked. Biscuits—checked. Mineral water—checked. Dry food—checked. Tools—..." Like a competent daughter-in-law, Vivian checked Hao Ren's suitcase—just a small one, an overly large suitcase would be too cumbersome. And she rechecked everything that Lily had checked before. "Give me a buzz when you get there. Your MDT has that messaging function. Okay, be safe. Don't touch anything that looks weird; it might be poisonous. Come back as soon as you finish the job. While you're out there..."

"Okay, okay." Hao Ren was overwhelmed by the intense concern from the oldest vampire on Earth. "Why do you sound like my mom?"