<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 watched as Tom came in to check on the Latina woman. She seemed so dead and her stare was unnervingly blank. She looked like some of the shell shocked soldiers he had pulled from blown up buildings. They normally stayed that way for a few days, and sometimes months if it was bad enough. Lilly fidgeted in his arms some, "Sammy I'm hungry...“[/color] she complained. Sam gave a sigh, walking to their seats and rummaging around until he found a small bag full of snacks he had packed for Lilly. He grabbed something for her and sat her in the seat handing it to her. "Stay here, alright?“[/color] he instructed. She nodded and he felt safe to go to Tom. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"You think she will be alright?“</span> he asked referring to the Latina. It wasn't what he really wanted to talk about, but he doubted now was a good time. Seeing Karra had felt good, but depressing. She seemed she was doing better since the last time he had seen her and he wondered if Tom was the reason. He wanted to know if she still had nightmares or if she was okay. They had more pressing matters to attend to.</div>