It had been nearly twelve years since Richie had seen Mac take his head, well take the head of someone who had looked just like him. Twelve years since he had turned around, changed his name, his hair colour and even taken to wearing coloured contacts to completely become someone else. Of course he knew it had been the demon's fault, he still had nightmares occasionally, but he had needed time to come to terms with the whole thing. Now he was ready; it was time to let Mac know he was still alive. It was time to go home.