It had been a hard week. Dwight wasn’t used to it being so quiet around the place. He spent most of his time when he wasn’t in class or fixing salt lines, in the Tweedles’ room. It felt safe and familiar there, and it felt like they were around. It was another one of those days when he was curled up on the bed, hugging one of their pillows and sighing softly. He knew they’d be home soon. It was all a question of when.