He kept on glancing back and forth at her while dull eyes catch the road every so often. It was so muggy outside that the windows where foggy and the windshield wipers had to go back and forth every few minutes. Grey kept his lips pursed and body still nearly the whole drive this morning. They slept in a inn near by because it was already late by the time they where near, the pair had decided due to money worries they didn't take a plane all the way down here but the flying trip they did take got them most of the way there, traveling from Virginia to Florida was quite the advantage as is. Grey traveled down here years ago when he was 15 to see his dad when his dad got into a awful car accident and almost died, he didn't die then but he WAS gone now. Grey didn't go to the funeral because there was none, his father Doug had no friends except for some random drunk in town from what Grey heard, Grey's father was as independent as a man could be, and in fact the only reason Grey was around today was because Doug broke that independence for just one night, when Doug found out about Grey soon after his birth he had no interest in him and was glad when Grey's mom moved to Virginia, but Doug did not hate or even dislike him. When Grey actually when to see him when he was 15 they actually got along quite well, back then Grey was very loud and anger and filled with strange ideas, and then (when he was on earth) Doug was quite to himself and he smiled a lot with a sad look in his eyes. They worked off each other well, but after about a month together Grey realized Doug wasn't what he wanted all his life, he had this romantic idea of what his dad was like, a 'into the wild' kind of man who kissed danger and never feared death, and when Grey actually met him he found that, just what he was looking for. But when he known him, understood him, he realized that wasn't what he wanted, Grey didn't understand quite what that was then, but he did now at 22 a little better, he didn't want a romantic man of the wild, he wanted a father.

Unknown to Grey even know, Grey was the only person Doug spent any long period of time with in decades, and Doug though never telling him, loved him before Grey left for Virginia again, and so in his only form of will (which was no more then a price of paper he entrusted to Moore his only friend the local drunk) he gave Grey the only thing he had to give, the tiny pity 2,000 dollars he had to his name (2,563 to be exact) and his home.

Now, his home was large, two stories and six rooms. A bedroom, a kitchen, a storage room, a more modern storage room, the living room, and the dark brown attic. There was no bathroom, just a outhouse. The reason Doug had so little money yet had a home of that size was for many reasons, one he did not build it, in fact no one publicly seems to know who made it, probably made sometime in the 1920s. Two Doug does not own the house or land legally, legally is the key word because he had lived there for 40s years at the time of his death, and that has to count for something right? In fact right now as the couple drive down the lane they do now own the home now either, again no one owns the home or land, it's 'dead' land to America. The town around it is tiny less then 120 people, it doesn't even have a name, it feels like it's not even in a zip code. Three the house is terrible, a cancer to the land, a abortion on the eyes

They two where going there in their tiny run down car not because they had too, their both poor, quite poor actually, but not struggling. See just like Doug Grey doesn't need much, and likewise he married a similar woman who needed little. At first when Grey heard he heard he was given the house through a random letter from someone unknown clearly not his father, he thought that was neat, even quite heartwarming. He wasn't sad when he heard his dad's passing, he already went through his mom's death three years ago from much worse circumstances, but later he found in himself a much worse ache, a pain that didn't make him cry but did make him suffer greatly, maybe because for the past three years him and his wife had been trying to have kids, they where wondering souls but also nest-builders, they both wanted to make something, but something was wrong not all was well there, and maybe because of that Millie suggested that they moved there, at least for a while, Grey had been recently been out of work and they where both living off of spare Covid money at that point, so maybe he or her could find a job there.

They drove and drove, outside it was getting muggier muggier and then muggier again. The sun came down a dark orange even though it was early, they wouldn't know it yet but at evening it turned a deep pinkish red. Bugs far to large swam around and it was always damp even in winter, there it rained every two weeks but God when it rained it rained. They drove past thick trees as the turned off the main dirt road and onto a smaller hardly used path, and they soon saw off in the distance a bog where trees much taller then they looked sit inside deep ponds. Grey wondered how many alligators where here? He heard before when he was 15 there was something odd about that. Millie leaned onto Grey as he started driving slower when they moved across a small brown bridge barely strong enough to hold their small car. "I see it." Millie said in soft spotty voice as always. "Yeah, just as I remember." He said in his own duel but rougher then his years tone, then he glanced at her. "It's just like how I remembered." The green house next to the swamp was beyond them, and Grey Kingsley and Millie Kingsley came into their new lives however long it may be.