Andy's phone turned back on the next morning and he headed back to his childhood home, hoping the cleaning crew was still coming. They showed up on time and after he filled out a stack of paperwork and let them run his credit card, Andy unlocked the front door for them and they got started. Andy got back in his car and went for a drive.
The rental car smelled of both cigarette smoke and the terrible stuff car rental places spray on the upholstery to cover up cigarette smoke smells. It was still cold outside but Andy rolled down the window. He tried to not think about his family but it was all too present. He stopped at a 7-11 and realized he'd left his wallet at the hotel.
"I'm going to need to get away with stealing some snacks," he said as he got out of the car. He wandered the store and put some Twizzlers and an energy drink in his pocket. He had the thought that he should probably steal healthy food but was too lazy to put the sweet stuff back. He looked at the cashier, said hello, and walked out the door.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, he bit a Twizzler, hoping the flavor of his youth would assuage the guilt he couldn't help but feel.