The voice is not Tommy at all - it's one he holds very dear, and one he'd never expected to hear again. He drops the strange plants in astonishment and phases right through the plants over to the stairwell, eyes full of both hope and that dreadful anticipation that he's only imagining things, or hearing them wrong, or--
But no, there's his little swamp witch on the stairs, and he gets the biggest, brightest smile. "As I live and breathe, Misty Day. Come here, my dear." And if she does recognize him--she must, she'd called his name--he'll envelop her in a warm hug. He's had experience in hugs over the past few years, after all.
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But no, there's his little swamp witch on the stairs, and he gets the biggest, brightest smile. "As I live and breathe, Misty Day. Come here, my dear." And if she does recognize him--she must, she'd called his name--he'll envelop her in a warm hug. He's had experience in hugs over the past few years, after all.