Sam pulled the calendar off his wall and flipped forward to November, counting the days until Thanksgiving, until Dan would be back, if only for a visit. The answer was far too many. Dan had only been gone a few hours, but his absence was already felt.

He re-hung the calendar and picked up his driver's ed manual for a last minute cram session. He had to pass the test this afternoon and get his licence. It would be torture here without Dan, but he'd get through it if he could just grab the car and escape whenever he needed.