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"Could this really be it?"
Ellie held up a paper.
"Same VIN number."
Looking around, Alan nodded.
"Amazing."
Leading them to the back of the trailer, Ellie smiled when she saw the partially warped wall near the bed.
"Remember when you set that on fire?"
"Me? I think that was you."
"Definitely not," she playfully argued.
Their son walked up between them.
"Is this where I was conceived then?" Charlie teased.
"Charles Alan Grant," Ellie scolded.
After an awkward pause, Charlie finally shrugged.
"What? Too soon? It's only been 23 years."
Alan chuckled, but stopped when Ellie looked his way.