Dillan stopped 10 feet from the girl, his mind racing.<br/><br/>"Who are you? Do you have anyone with you....?" he quietly spoke.<br/><br/>The girl's eyes shimmered as Dillan approached even closer, hanging the monkey's fist on his belt. He stood directly in front of her, and extended out a hand, in hope that she would extend her friendship to him. He needed someone, anyone- to help him survive this hell. He hadn't seen anyone in so long...<br/><br/>He suddenly dropped his hand and rushed forward, embracing the stranger before him. Through the tears in his eyes, Dillan looked at the girl's features:<br/><br/>Dark red hair, with freckles dotting her cheeks and collarbone. Her green eyes were the color of the Green Isle, his great-grandfather's home.<br/><br/>She looked like his daughter....<br/><br/>"I haven't seen anyone in so long... You look like you need some help. Would you mind if I took you back to a safe place I know?" Dillan smiled; his safe-house wasn't too far from here, only a day's walk.<br/><br/>Looking into her eyes, he thought back to a simpler time, a time when he, his wife and his little girl were so young, so pure, so- ignorant. They should have seen it coming. He should have been stronger...<br/><br/>Shaking those thoughts, Dillan put an arm around the girl, and started walking the direction of his safe-house, the hot desert wind blowing behind them.