Short Story And Sammy Goes Home

Here I was afraid I couldn't make the story end somewhere around 50,000 words. Instead, the story is rapidly winding down about 5,000 short. (Insert screams and hair pulling here) I'm going to have to finish writing and inject a nonsense chapter somewhere in the middle where no one will think to look for complete ridiculousness. Is that cheating? Shhh. Don't tell anyone. I've decided to put another excerpt in today. Sammy is finally ready to go home after some coaxing from me. Enjoy.

He looked at the front door and saw that the screen was still there but it was no longer sucking in fog. The sky was beginning to get lighter though it was not yet daylight. The diggers were coming up on the porch and following them was a tall young woman with thick black hair. Her skin was a deep tan color and her eyes seemed to be black. She was smiling at what the diggers were saying as she entered the house.
“This is a really beautiful house,” she said. She saw Sammy sitting on the steps. “You must be Sammy,” she said. “I’m Simone. It’s very nice to meet you.”
Sammy smiled a sleepy smile and stood up. “I guess I should show you the dream screen room unless you want to see the rest of the house first.”
“No,” she said. “Let’s go see the dream screens.” She followed Sammy to the top of the stairs. He opened the door down the little hallway and stepped back so she could go in first. She took about three steps into the room and stopped to look around. “This is amazing,” she said. “The colors are beautiful.”
Sammy and the diggers looked around and were amazed to find the terrible chaos that had been in the room before they’d left to get the new Dreamweaver had been restored to its normal order. The screens were all hanging were they should be and the shattered glass and broken frames were all repaired and looking like new.
Simone walked from screen to screen and smiled as she studied each in turn. After doing this for ten minutes or so she turned to Sammy and the diggers with a huge smile on her face. “I love this place,” she said. “Are you telling me the truth that this is where I live?”
Hannah stepped forward and nodded. “It is, Simone,” she said. “It’s your house and you are the new Dreamweaver. Sammy is the Dreamcatcher. If you have problems with a rogue dream or a player, Sammy is the one you call to straighten things out.”
Simone looked at Sammy doubtfully. Sammy shrugged. He found he didn’t really care if she believed this to be true or not. He really just wanted to go home. He hoped she would never have trouble and would never have to find out if Sammy were capable of taking care of it. Much as he liked this place he really just wanted to go home.

I'm tired and I'm sad the story is ending but I did it, well except for those last 5,000 or so words. Darn those words.