For days and nights he searched. The city was huge and he had forgotten, but his legs and arms remembered. He slept in the back alleyways and abandoned apartments, just like old times. He had to find them, because it was different, different to be alone in the streets. When he found them he realized what he had done when he had left. Many of the original members were gone, most likely dead or in jail… maybe some had deserted like him. For days he couldn’t find it inside him to enter their camp in the apartment. He watched as memberscame and went, some injured. Some didn’t return, and that scared him. After over a week of watching he decided to show himself. He knocked on the door.
“We have been waiting.”
He stepped back.
“Took you long enough.’
The door opened quickly and he stepped inside.
“Welcome back to the Brotherhood.”