His feet shuffled into the doorway, it had been a long time since he had last been 'home'. His old room was one of many rooms, in one of Rezo's many buildings. It wasn't much.. a bed, a dresser, a mirror.. it was simple, but he had almost missed it.

He walked over to his old mirror and wiped away some of the dust, seeing his reflection he shuddered and remembered why he came.

Moving on, he pulled open one of the wooden drawers and sat down on his bed. He smiled slightly as he lifted up one of his old outfits, a gray shirt, brown pants. He visually sized up the clothes and decided they would still fit.

He pulled the rest of the drawers out, took out some more clothes and placed them in his travelling bag.. but just as he was about to place the furniture back together and leave, he noticed a piece of paper on top of his other clothes. He picked up the note, and another paper fell out. On examination the second page appeared to be a page ripped from a book.

Then he read the note..

Dear Grandson,

I'm glad you're reading my note.. I knew you would have to come home for clean clothes eventually. My dear boy, you are so irresponsible. But anyway, I imagine you are still looking for that cure.. That's why I placed it here. I knew you would never check your sock drawer..

Good luck [and get a life]
-Your Grandfather, Rezo

With that Zel's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he lost consciousness.

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I got the idea for this while cleaning up my socks. ^^