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They say you can never come home again.

A blue figure stands outside the door, shape uncertain under a baggy trenchcoat. Is he Ramon Darkholme, European Assassin, or is she Raven Howlett, mother and wife?

A hand reaches for the knocker, pauses, and falls away. A deep breath later, eyes closed, the hand closes over the knob instead.

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She looks up at him, tears still streaming from her eyes, and wants to protest that she's too old to start over.

But...he doesn't look a day older than he did twenty years ago. And she has good reason to believe they have scores more ahead.

"Sell the house. It's full of too many bad memories. If we're starting over, I want to do it fresh."

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That much he can agree on right at this moment. This whole city is going to be in an uproar before the first papers hit the pavement tomorrow. "Got somewhere in mind?"

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She raises an eyebrow. "Toronto?"

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It'll be the first time she's seen him crack a smile since they came face to face again after more than twenty years.