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.