Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: For fun, not profit.
A/N: This is an epilogue for the fic I wrote and posted on shorts previously called True to One's Nature.
Rupert finished the last of his beer, willing the horrifying images from his mind. It was the stuff of nightmares, his reality. He'd been lost in a terrified haze until the bartender bellowed last call. Pushing away from the bar, he went to find the gents and found a payphone instead, debating with himself until he finally made a decision.
His hands trembled with fear when he heard the groggy, familiar voice come over the line. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he pushed the coin in and said, "Hello, Dad? Yeah... it's me. I want to come home."