Outside the room Jonh, Cris, Mike and Sam were waiting with towels wrap around their necks. An alsmot invisible steam coming out of their bodies.

“Nothing like a good shower alfter all of that.”

“Yeah just let the girls finish and we-”

*slam*

*wet step*

“Daddy!!!!”

*slips*

Jonh rushes to catch his son. By a thread he catchs him by the arm.

*huff*

“Son. Don’t run on the corridor alright……Did’nt they told you that in school-”

“School?”

“Nevermind”

*let’s go*

A cold breeze rushes from the front door making Owen and Phyro shiver.

“Is it too cold for you? We can go to our room to wait for your mom.”

*shiver*

“No I’am fine.”

“Don’t lie to me son.”

Jonh takes his towel off and covers his son’s back.

“Thanks daddy. But what about you?”

“Don’t mind me, I can take a little breeze.”

*sneeze*

Cris, Sam and Mike try to hold back their laughter. Jonh gives a stern look to all of them.

“Sorry Jonh, but we know you catch colds often.”

“No need to give that to the boy. He might even be stronger than in that aspect.”

“Sorry for laughting……But make sure to take your cold meds buddy.”

*tsk*

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“(sarcastic) Humm…..If I start to point out all of your flaws that won’t be anyone able stop me.”

*giggle*

*door open*

After a couple of minutes Carol and Suzan finally finished their bath. Jonh turns his head to see his wife once again. Carol was restored to her formal self. Jonh even blushes just by looking at his wife.

“What are you all smiling about honey?”

“…..Just seeing this pretty again…..nostalgic I would say.”

“(sarcastic) So you are saying that I was’nt pretty before.”

“No I was just-”

*kiss*

“I know I was just teasing you.”

“Mommy!!!!”

Owen killing the romantic scene of his parents. Sam, Cris, Sam and Suzan sigh in disapointment. Noticing this Jonh and Carol all blush in embaressement.

“I think we can…..talk…..later….Carol.”

“Yeah I think so too, Jonh.”

“Where are going next Mommy? Daddy?”

“I don’t know. Suzan do you need protection to get somewhere?”

“Hummm I don’t think so. Maybe tomorrow. but not now”

*crackling bones*

“So let’s get to some rest my backs are killing me.”

Cris checks his watch to see the time.

“18:30 we can rest for an hour and a half.”

“What time is It???”

“Oh sorry. 6:30pm we have some time till dinner.”

“Ok Let’s go to our rooms and take a very good nap.”

As they leave Mike pats Cris’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry sometimes we forget that we are talking to civilians.”

“I don’t think they are civilians anymore. They are a pmc.”

“I know let’s hope Cook is better than Muller.”

They go upstairs and the group separate with the boys going to the room next door and the family going into their own room.

Owen as soon as he entered in the room went to grab his scketch book before jumping in the bed next to the window. While Phyro followed his owner he kept a close attention to the mark he made in the wall. Suzan followed Owen insteresting in what he was doing.

*closes door*

*sniffing up nose*

“…..Carol do you know where the meds for cold are?”

“Are filling ill already?”

“Not yet just a precaution.”

“I go grab they them.”

*shuffle shuffle*

After giving the medication to her husband Carol finally streach in the bed soon Jonh too goes towards her side.

“Gonna take a nap Carol?”

“Just for a little……Haven’t sleep in days.”

“I will take care of Owen while you two take rest a little. Is It fine for you Jonh?”

*snore snore*

“(underbreath)The medication sure take you down, buddy.”

“Thanks…..Suzan.”

With both parents now sleeping lika a log Suzan take a oportunity to analize the child’s psycology after all the battle he has beem through. She lays next to the boy who is doodling around in his notebook.

*scribble scribble*

“What are drawing Owen?”

“New bombs for me to shoot.”

“……..What else do you draw other than that?”

*scribble scribble*

“……Just equipment for me and Phyro.”

“…….Why not for the rest of the group?”

“It just that……When I make them They just fit my size and Phyro.”

Owen seeing that Suzan was interested in his drawing he shows her the other objects he had drawn along the journey. She pauses for a minute analizing the boy’s responses and drawings. With the ice broken she tries to get to known him better.

“…….So Owen…….What do you think about this……Little adventure?”

“I like It.”

“Really but you are in danger most of the time. Would’nt you like something more relaxed?”

*scribble scribble*

“……..I don’t know miss Suzan……But I feel like I’am doing something great…..like the heroes mommy used to tell me about.”

“I see…..But did’nt you just get killed last time?”

*scribble scribble*

“I know……sometimes is scary……but I do It for something more than us…….We are saving people……Like Mary…..the refugees……and for that I don’t mind getting hurt a little.”

The boy smiles at Suzan as she almost cries by the words of the little boy. She gives him a warm hug. The boy stops and hugs her too.

“(muffled) If I could I would save your daughter too miss Suzan.”

Tears runs down her eyes as he embrasses him even futher.

“(crying) I know……I know you would have…..Little baby.”

“(muffled) I’am not a baby.”

“(muffled) I know but for us you’re just a little baby. This war is not yours…….Don’t push yourself too hard, ok?”

*sniffs up*

“Sorry just-”

“It’s okay miss Suzan. Mommy said It’s good to cry.”

Suzan cleans off her tears and looks at her watch.

“7:30….. Owen do you mind waking up your parents?”

“Not at all.”

Owen descends from the bed alonside with Phyro. The jumps in the middle of both of then startling them up. While the dragon still kept close attention to his mark.

“Holy!!!!!! Don’t ever do that again, son……Your dad and mommy are faint of hearth.”

“Sorry……”

“So why would you wake us up?”

“Dinner.”

Although a little sleepy Jonh and Carol put on their clothes alongside their son and Suzan. While they were dressing Phyro’s mark lights up.

*Huff*

“Fuah.”

“Phyro we are going down come on.”

“Fuahh.”

After reuniting with Mike, Cris and Sam they went down to the lobby.

*chatter chatter*

“Holy hell this place is full.”

As they went to the cafeteria soldiers and hunters were waiting their turn for the food. The smell of steak and mashed potatos made Owen and Phyro’s mouth water.

After filling their plates up they all take a seat in the cafeteria’s table filling all the all of the spaces. They happily chatter and eat for what seems like ages.

*drags chair*

“Sorry for the intrusion but I need to talk to our Blazing dragons.”