“Danny! Danny!” shouted a young boy’s voice.
   Zaimon threw himself on top of Danny, who woke up with a jerk. Shocked he looked around and relaxed when he realized that he was in New York and that it was his little brother who was clinging on him. Everything was as it should be.
   “Danny, why are you sleeping with clothes on? Did you fall asleep yesterday?”
   Danny looked down on himself and sighed, but then gave Zaimon a small smile. Zaimon was right, Danny was still wearing the black shirt and grey jeans since the day before.
   “I think I fell asleep…”
   Zaimon laughed and jumped down from the bed.
  “Mummy is making breakfast”, he said happily and ran out to the kitchen.
   Danny smiled when he followed the brown-haired nine-year-old with his eyes. So typical Zaimon, over-energized to the max. his little brother was anyway the world’s cutest and looked like their dad, Simon, with his brown eyes. With a yawn he stretched out and left his bed, but he didn’t get much further than that before it knocked on the doorframe to his room and he turned his gaze only to lay eyes on his mum, Joanne. She looked more worn out than he could remember, and Danny couldn’t help but feel about at least some part of it.
   “How are you?” she gently said and eyed her son with worry in her grey eyes.
   “It’s alright, it’s going good. I’m mostly nervous ‘bout school. But that’s totally normal, right?” he answered simply and looked calmly at her.
   “Mhm… It’s normal, but everything will be fine. You already know most of them. I just want you to feel alright, and I hope you understand that. Tell me if there’s anything I can do to help you.” she said with a concerned tone.
   “I know.” He sighed. “How about Zaimon?”
   “Zaimon is just fine, he had found some new friends at the park.”
   “Alright, I’m happy that he likes it here”, he said and tried to sound happy for his brother.
   “Yes, I’m very happy about that.”
   She came into the room and looked around, as if she inspected it in detail even if she herself had helped furnish it, and made sure everything had gotten to it’s right place. She stopped at the bookshelf and Danny could see that her eyes stayed a bit longer on one of the photographs that stood there. A photo of herself and his dad. But then she turned to Danny again and had a small smile on her lips.
   “I’ve made pancakes for breakfast, eat while they’re warm. Zaimon and I will go over to Maddeline later.” she said and disappeared out the room.
   He followed her to the kitchen. The radio played Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, and he could see how Zaimon poured a little too much syrup on his pancakes, which made him roll his eyes. Their mum was too busy reading the newspaper to notice. It probably looked like every other family.