Bobby swiftly opens the old wooden door, flinging it into the equally old wall of the house that belongs to his mother.

"Who the hell's there?" An old woman shouts from a room beyond the entrance, with a rude sourness to her voice that couldn't be more unwelcoming.

"It's Bobby, Ma!" He shouts back, walking over to her. His initial plan was to hug her, but that is immediately foiled by the hard slap that greets his cheek.

"Don't touch me, boy!"

Backing away, he goes back over near Andy, who is standing next to the window that sits in front of her old, brown recliner. A big chunk of it is torn out, and a large amount of the insides are close to falling out of the old thing.

"You think you can just barge in here and scare me while I'm looking outside? You think you can do that?" She questions in a harsh tone.

"No, Ma."

The scowl that covers her wrinkly face is proof enough that she wasn't expecting guests, and Bobby immediately takes this as an opportunity to go to his old bedroom.

The floor creaks beneath his boots as he makes his way down the narrow hall, no decorations on the walls or floors, only wood walls and floors and a single flower that lies on the ground.

One other room besides Bobby's in the hall is his mom's bedroom. It's shut and locked, of course, and only she has the key to it. Bobby had always wondered what was in there. He had only ever gotten a glimpse of it, and regretted it immediately.

He pushes open his bedroom door, nostalgia immediately punching him in the face.

Surprised she hasn't converted this to a bathroom already, he thinks to himself, looking around at everything in it.

The teddy bear head he found outside still sits on the corner of his bed, and the quilt his mother made herself is still the same from many years ago.

"Bobby! Where are you? Get over here!"

Bobby jumps, not expecting the sudden outburst from his mother. Leaving his bedroom behind, he takes one last look at it before heading out into the living room.

"Open the window, boy, I'm cold," she orders, in the same stern tone as before.

"Ok, Momma," he says, obeying her and opening the window. A hot breeze hits his face immediately as his Ma sighs.

"That's better, thank you, Bobby. Now, give me a hug," She says, contradicting the slap he got from earlier.

Hesitating for a moment, he decides he won't get injured a second time for hugging her, considering she is the one that wants to hug him this time.

Slap!

"You touched my tits, boy!"