How many years had it been, since the Egg boys first left the Cul De Sac to

search their fortune? They say you can’t go home again - would the place

from their youth even remotely resemble their halcyon days, affixed in

amber and reinforced by nostalgia? Surely they weren’t the same bright-eyed

youths that left, so sure of their strength and conviction. The Egg boys

were silent, but they each thought the same thing - this reunion was

couldn’t possibly live up to their idyllic memories.

But no. It was perfect. The Egg boys were home.