Kryner got all comfy cozy in the bed keeping his eyes closed all tight nice and relaxed. Breathing deep and slow he listened and when she told him to think back to a kid the first memory that came to mind was when he use to have little wooden army men, marching with age old muskets firing at two little Indian ones. He sat up blinking as he could envision how his bed use to be set up and morphed the messy covers as mountain ranges, looking under the bed he reached in and grabbed a little cigar box with some dust and other things on top of it. With a blow he got it clear before opening up, inside where hundreds of little army men no more than an inch tall with barricades, barbwire, flags, and glorious poses carved from wood. Playing Cuttlers Charge, he could hear the cannon fire in his head as he placed them along on lines nice and neat with the sheets acting as trenches. Making his little voices and cacophony of musket fire, horses galloping over line with scabbards held and arrows flying to meet them.<br/><br/>Sheldon had been relaxing recalling the events of the day and just kinda shook his head. Wondering if what he had gotten involved in was too much for just little him. It was a scary thought to him personally and heard the call for dinner. When Sheri told him he'd gone above and beyond Charles didn't think much of it since he'd been shot at on a near-daily basis from when he was 18. "Yeah, no worries I'd do it again it's kinda in my job description." He gave her a wink before everyone was at the table gearing to eat the lovely platter.