Wolfe was just recently sent home from another treatment. He was feeling thoroughly weak and exhausted but it didn't stop him from admiring the view of Puente De Amor from his room's window. Wolfe's head by then was leaning on the window plane as the curtains from each side danced gracefully with the breeze and the boy's smile was far wide. If there was one thing he wished right then, it was to see the glory of Puente De Amor in front of him.
"Wolfe!" Willow's voice filled his room. He heard her loud and clear but didn't turn to acknowledge her presence, instead he continued watching the view.
"I'm home!" Willow hollered further with a bowl of strawberries in her hand. She and Ziggy stayed at the Golden Villa last night and it was only then that they both arrived in Hampshire. "Look I have strawberries with me! The old grumpy grandpa gave me a big box of it."
