The next day Olga brought us back to pick up Toby. She had a purple Tobuscus tee, pair of shorts and sandals for his coming-home clothes. It was my first time seeing him conscious again and when I finally did I ran.

He was already halfway down the hall, Olga by his side with the empty bag hung around the crook of her elbow. A row of black stitches etched along where the gaping cut used to be. Olga had gone in to give him the clothes while she left me with a nurse to get a Jell-O from the cafeteria.

I've always liked Jell-O. I would squish it between the roof of my mouth and tongue, letting the sweetness burst. But all that was forgotten as I sprinted towards Toby.

He opened up and I leaped into his waiting embrace. He lifted me off the ground from under my arms and swung me around. I was perched on his forearm as he leaned back to look at me.

"Thank you so much, Ant. I might not even be here if it weren't for you, you little smartling."

I smiled wide and wrapped my arms around his neck. Burying my face into his shoulder, I took a shaky breath but didn't cry. I was too relieved and tired to cry.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear.

"I love you too," I muttered back, muffled by his shirt.

Closing my eyes, I could feel him begin to walk. Olga's footsteps were beside us as we made our way to the front door. The heat succumbed us when we walked out, leaving the cool air conditioned hospital.

He clicked open the back door to Olga's car and plopped me inside.

"Hey," he said, "I saw that vlog you made, you were really good. Thanks for that too."

"Oh, you're welcome." I replied, a bit surprised.

"A lot of people liked it. Later, maybe you could do some more."

"Later," I lingered on the word and it tasted like a promise.

He smiled and buckled me in, then shut the door and climbed into the passenger seat. Olga patted his arm from her side before starting the car and leaving the lot.

I sunk into the seat and gazed out the window, watching the world rush by. My promise was still dawdling around in my mind. When I first made that video I didn't think it had meant much, I was just letting his audience know what was happening in our lives. But now I was going to make more videos, talk to them even more, interact with them more.

Still staring out, I tried to imagine what it's like from their perspective. If I really liked to watch Toby's work and he suddenly stopped, I would worry. If all I got to see was a short little clip of his life of him in the hospital, I would worry. I realized that even though I updated them, they would never see the whole picture. They only get a few minutes at most.

But would they even care that much. Of course, Toby might not be as important to them as he is to me.

Then I remembered Kristy.

No, there are definitely people who care about him just as much as me. It would be great if I could share that with them.

So I sighed and relaxed my shoulders that I didn't even know I was tensing up. Toby was home now. That was what mattered.

Olga dropped us off at the front door and as soon as we got inside Gryphon was there to greet us. Our family reunion was full of my soft giggle and Toby's loud laugh.

He left me after a bit to turn on a laptop and check over a few things.

"Alright, you nuggets, I need a shower," Toby said as he passed by to muss up my hair, leaving the computer open on the coffee table.

"Mkay, come out soon, though," I replied, still petting Gryphon.

"You know it!" I heard him yell from the hall.

"Hey, Gryphon, wanna treat?" I crooned, jumping up.

The dog's little head perked up and he flipped himself over onto his feet. He chased me to the kitchen, and I fished out a treat from the plastic bag.

"Here you go," I told him, handing it over to his panting mouth, "This is for you being a good boy at Olga's while Toby was away."

As soon as the biscuit was in his teeth, he bolted away.

"You're welcome!" I hollered at him, but he was already out the dog flap.

I got off the kitchen floor and wandered over to Toby's open laptop and read the screen. He had been reading messages on Twitter.

Smiling, I silently hoped he wouldn't get mad at me for doing this.

I slowly typed into the little box labeled "Compose new Tweet…"

"hello. toby left his twitter open. this is ant."

What? I needed someone to talk to.

After hitting "Tweet" I sat back on the couch and stared at the screen for some sort of response.

Almost immediately I got a reply.

"(a)TobyTurner why hello there ant. how are you and toby?"

It was from someone called MissMaddyBella.

"(a)MissMaddyBella I'm fine. toby's just come home and is in the shower now."

"(a) TobyTurner what a relief we would've died if anything worse had happened to him."

"(a)MissMaddyBella oh, well he's going to be okay now. thank you for the talk."

"(a)TobyTurner no problem ant. have a nice night!"

There were about another thirty tweets waiting for me to answer. So I spent my time waiting on the computer, answering the questions and reassuring fans.

They really do care.