<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;">Sam had been sitting in the farthest corner seat, tucked away from everyone. He had yet to speak up, as he had been trying to console his little sister, Lilly, who had curled into his lap, her head tucked under his chin. He was rocking her as she cried silently. She was usually a loud and vibrant girl--except when she was upset. She would become very quiet, a thing that immediately would alert anyone who knew her that something was terribly wrong. <br/><br/>Whoever the pilot was interrogating was screaming quite loudly and it made Lilly clutch him tighter, crying even more. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Shhh. Lil, it's okay. Everything will be alright--nothing will happen to you, okay? We're safe with these people."</span> The girl did not reply, but her cries settled some. After a few moments he realized she had fallen asleep. He relaxed some, his anxiety draining away. He didn't think Lilly was ever going to stop crying, and he had been concerned about what to do. It wasn't like he could call their parents and ask what to do. It looked like they wouldn't even be able to go home, if what he had been listening to was true. <br/><br/>He gave a tired sigh, standing carefully with his precious cargo in his arms. He made his way out of the back, coming up to the front where everyone was. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Staff Sergeant Johnson--reporting for duty,"</span> he drawled out instinctively, his voice full of worry.</div>