The next morning, much to his mother and father's concern, Grahame couldn't be roused, so the family doctor was summoned, who pronounced that the lad had passed away in his sleep. His parents were understandably devastated - he'd been their only child. A few weeks later they were informed of the results of the post-mortem. "Leukemia, I'm afraid," said the doctor. "There was nothing that could've been done, even had you brought him in months ago. Sometimes it just pops up out of nowhere and does its damage before we even know it's there. At least he's in a better place now."
Grahame's mother looked into her husband's tearful eyes as she replied to the doctor. "Yes, somehow I feel in my heart that you're right. If I know Grahame, he's just where he wanted to be."
When Grahame awoke, he was surprised to find that he was no longer in his new room, but his old one. What a relief! It had felt so real, but was obviously only the dream he'd hoped it was. It never even occurred to him to run next door to his mum and dad's room to express his joy at the discovery. Grahame would never think of his parents again, nor would he be perturbed to find himself the sole occupant of the house. In time, his parents would join him, but until then he'd be completely unaware of their absence. For now, it was enough that he was in his old room in his former house, and that was all he really wanted or needed. He was happy.