With a look of bewilderment on her face, Sophia's mother gazed at her daughter. Sophia found significance in the name Adam. It was an urgent sign.
"You know him?" she inquired, her voice still trembling from the horror she had just experienced. "That boy? He rescued me from some men outside."
Sophia's concern only grew when other men were brought up. Her anxiety increased. "Is he Alright? He is where? You did not leave him alone, did you, Mom?"
A voice broke the tension before her mother could come up with a response. It came from the direction of the kitchen at the end of the hall.
"You're all making too much noise."
Adam emerged from the darkness. His face was an unreadable mask, and he appeared totally composed. The violent struggle he had just been through was nowhere to be seen. He casually pointed his pistol at the ground, which was incredibly unnerving. He was a young man with a weapon of war, and he appeared totally comfortable.
