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I'm sitting in Marcus' chair and he is kneeling beside me as others talk. They talk about father. They talk about me. They talk about Leon. They talk about what they will do. What do they need to do? Go out and hunt my father down? Stay here and keep quiet for the night until the can at least have the light of day on their side? My hands have not stopped shaking. I slowly turn my head and look out the window. Wind creates waves through the dense tree line and its snowing. It's not a pretty snow storm though. It's icy and wet and hard. Not at all beautiful. What if hes out there? Oh, God. I look away from the window, more shaken then before. As I turn back in my chair, Marcus catches my line of sight. He's worried. His green eyes are compassionate. He's so different. Or maybe this w