Hearing a crash and thump from the hallway, Ryle ran back and stood with a hand over her mouth, pushing back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her vision. Quickly, her mind snapped back to the times when her father was here.<br/>He would take the prone bodies to the couch and wrap then up in a thick layer of blankets. As she moved around the house grabbing the things she needs, she thought back to when her father would wake her from her sleep and tell her calmly to get her mother.<br/>She gathered the blankets from the hope chest and laid some on the couch. She then hurried over to the prone man and picked him up under his arms, she him over to the couch and laid him on top of the thick blankets. She put more over his body and built up a nice fire. When she was done she went to walk back to the kitchen when she noticed a bundle on the floor. She walked over and picked it up, surprised when a little hand appeared. "Well now." She muttered. "No wonder he got so far. He had this baby to look out for." She didn't know how to take care of a baby so she unbundled her and fed her. After she had changed her, she put the baby on her fathers chest, under the blankets. She remembered that she used to sleep with her own father like that when she had been out in the cold too long. She sat and watched them as they dlept and wondered what had brought them to her door. She would just have to wait and see....