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There was one excitable puppy running around the Homestead in its newly changed state. There was one haughty black cat, licking the face of it's human and purring contently before settling on her pillow close to her in a black bundle of fur. And there was one teenage girl sleeping in her bedroom as if nothing had happened. She looked... terrible. Pale and sunken, a little hollowed out. More than a little worse for wear but she wouldn't stay at the clinic, she had wanted to go home.

She stirred, making a face before rolling over. One eye opening to stare at Cat before reaching across to tap her nose against his cold wet one. Smiling tiredly she wriggled her fingers free before scratching the top of his head. Coraline smiled as he miaowed loudly at her and at the room in general as if to make sure everyone knew she was awake.

"Missed you too WussPuss," Coraline said, sitting up before tugging Cat into her arms and hugging him. Padding out into the hall, she smiled at the strange new Homestead and everything that had changed. She had been gone, now she was home again. The island had been here now it was somewhere else. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

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"If I'd had some dough made we could have pizza, but I don't, I'm afraid," Bill replied as they went into the kitchen. "We can go out somewhere if you want that, though. From what I've heard of New York, they've got excellent pizza here."

"No, I'm really tired. I'll have... whatever you want to make. Just nothing too weird," Coraline said wrapping an arm around Bill and following him into the kitchen. "We could do that another night, with everyone here I mean."

"Nothing too weird? I reckon I can manage that," said Bill with the faintest of smiles. "You have a seat and I'll get everything started."

Coraline nodded, looking around their new kitchen curiously and touching the strange little touches from their normal island environment that had appeared here. There were pictures on the fridge, drawn by Coraline at various stages. Everything looked like a home would look from the kitchen table to the mugs on a mug tree. It was... brilliant.

"Bagsy the yellow mug." Coraline said, taking a seat. She was tired and it didn't take much for her to start yawning again, blinking sleepily as she leaned her head on her hand. "You didn't really think I was gone, did you? You know I'd never leave. Not ever."