He continued to eat as he watched Maria get her daughter.<span style="font-style: italic">Such a beautiful woman... What is she running from? Who? It's not my place to ask... I better just enjoy my meal...</span>As she sat down and held her child close, he began to grin again.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't care how heartless or alone you are... I don't think I could ever see a sleeping baby and not wanna smile...</span>It was as if his heart was melting as he looked at the sleeping baby's face. He looked up from his plate for a moment as he listened to Maria's question.<span style="font-style: italic">Such lovely eyes... Why is she looking at me like that? It's like we're staring into each others souls. Awwww shit. Snap out of it lover boy. She's leaving... Eventually.</span>"Coal? Of course." He replied with a full mouth, then realizing he had lost his manners all this way from civilization.<span style="font-style: italic">Mother...</span>His chewing slowed for a moment as he stared out, realizing his blank expression and shaking his head as he finished his thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Mother always did have to remind me of that...</span>He looked to the other room at Coal, who was laying in front of the fire with her icy blue eyes watching the food leaving his plate and going into his mouth. He chuckled at this.<span style="font-style: italic">I guess I better feed the dog before I head out...</span><br/><br/>"She's a real sweet heart. Real smart, too. I trained her myself." Which was true. He spent many hours everyday with his new found friend, teaching her to sit, wait, lay down... All basic commands, but very useful ones. He continued to sip on his coffee as he looked to the woman and child sitting across from him.<span style="font-style: italic">I can't help but wonder... Was she <span style="font-weight: bold">meant</span> to find this place? Was <span style="font-weight: bold">I...?</span></span>He looked around the cabin, thinking about what she had said earlier. "It is cozy. It's my own spot on the map, I guess."<span style="font-style: italic">You bastard... Your prison is <span style="font-weight: bold">cozy...?</span></span>"I don't see many people out here. It's pretty..."<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Alone...</span></span>"Peaceful." He drifted off into thought as he continued eating.<span style="font-style: italic">I really don't want to scare her worse... She doesn't have to know my past... I probably won't know hers... I'll probably never see her again once she leaves here...</span>This thought somewhat sickened him.<span style="font-style: italic">How did I choose this for myself...? Could she be... Proving my entire means of existence... <span style="font-weight: bold">Wrong...?</span></span>