“I want to go home," she whispered to me. "Forget that last speech, I want to go home.”
“I want to go home.' The moment the smell hit her, the words came into her head. She didn't know exactly what home it was she wanted to go to, certainly not the one she'd just left. But why didn't she want to go back there? And where did she want to go? She felt lost.”
“I knew then that I wanted to go home, but I had no home to go to--and that is what adventures are all about.”
“I don't want to fight," she whispered. "Just come home.”
“She gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.”
“She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside...”