<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Samuel Richard Johnson</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Sergeant Johnson; Sammy</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/h_zps63095123.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #80BF00">"She is my sister,"</span> Sam answered, adjusting the small girl in his arms carefully. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I would have said something, but from the moment the foam faded until now she had been crying. I couldn't just let her cry. Besides, she couldn't see anything where we were sitting,"</span> he explained quietly, continuing a subtle rocking motion. Lilly preferred to be rocked. It was about the only way to get her to sleep when she was restless or upset. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I just want to hold her a little longer. All hell will break loose if I put her down too soon. It has been a bit rough,"</span> his voice was full of exhaustion and he seemed a bit worn out. It was more than just having to settle his sister...it was the fact that they were in an extremely dangerous situation. He knew that he would put his sister over everyone else, no matter how selfish or frowned upon it was. It tore at him.</div>