Booker was having a pretty good day thus far. He was nearly always in a great mood when he was on his way to visiting his parents. Despite everything they were very happy and usually optimistic people; something that made them very good company ninety nine percent of the time. The only thing to complain about really was the fact that he was aching a bit, probably an outcome of so much damn exercise. It definitely wasn't made better by his sleeping in a tree the night before. At least it kept him safe though and he even set some traps and caught a few rabbits, one of which he cooked for breakfast and two of which he was bringing home for his parents. Overall Percy Warner Park had proven a prosperous stop.

It had taken him a decent while to get home though and he had missed his parents quite a lot after being gone for nearly two months. It was approaching 1:00pm when he finally got into Nashville. He didn't exactly consider the city his home town but his parents lived there and so the place had a great portion of his heart just because of that simple fact. It was quite a while before he made it to the apartment complex in which his parents lived. They resided on the top floor, the sixth, despite Booker's protests. Though it kept them both in good shape he concluded, so he let it go. His parents usually did know what was best. 

Finally reaching the top floor of the building; the hundred or so stairs not doing anything for his aches, Booker made his way to his parents door and knocked somewhat loudly. A few seconds later the door was open and there stood Booker's father. He was a big man; quite a bit taller than Booker at 6'3 and still built like a brick shit house. Booker never had been quite able to get his fathers physique, even whilst the man was gaining in age. 

“Booker!” The large man yelled, grabbing his son and instantly pulling him into a hug that felt like it could crush ribs.

“Hey pops, good to see you.” Booker smiled widely, hugging his father back. Finally the hug was done and Booker followed his father into the apartment. It wasn't luxurious by any means but the years had long since turned it into a very comfortable feeling home. Just as Booker went to take a seat at the kitchen table his mother emerged from one of the bedrooms and her face lit up immediately along with both her son and husband's. She rushed over, kissing Booker on the cheek and this time it was Booker who gave the rib crushing hug. His mother was about 5'7 and in just as good shape as her husband; just not with the huge physique. It was a little disappointing actually, Booker had basically gotten his mothers height but his father's rugged looks. Not to say his father was ugly, just that his mother was in her late fifties and could still turn heads. 

Over the next few hours the two rabbits were cooked filling the place with a delicious smell and Booker and his parents chatted. They talked about the things that they had done in the past couple of months and what they had missed of each other's lives, they talked about funny past times that they were reminded of and finally they moved on to the apparent favourite topic of what Booker's plans for the future were. It didn't take him long to admit that he missed being with people when he was travelling and was thinking about officially joining up with the Nashville Peace Keepers. He expected his parents to be against the idea but surprisingly they weren't. They thought that with the skills they had spent a life time teaching him either way he would find himself in some terrible situations whilst travelling and said that when these unfortunate circumstances came to pass they would much rather him with company. Skilled company, and everyone knew that the Peace Keepers were nothing if not skilled. 

Having what was pretty much the final push he needed Booker took a two hour long nap before awaking and telling his parents that he was going to go and see what he could do about officially joining the Peace Keepers. An hour later he found himself sitting in a dimly lit room after being told by possibly the toughest looking receptionist on Earth that someone would be along to interview him shortly. So there he sat, rapping his knuckles on a metal table in a room that kind of reminded him of the few interrogation rooms in police stations he had been in over the years.