Sam's tension melted away as he was craddled to her breast. The milk was so rich and delicious, it made him want to keep drinking and never stop. '<span style="font-style: italic">So, this is what I'll become? Heh, least I'll taste good. and i get to add to all of that</span>' he thought, looking up at Dawn. taking the time to stop drinking, he gulped and nuzzled into her soft chest. '<span style="font-style: italic">I can live with this. There are worse ways to day</span><br/><br/>(And with that, we round off the five stages of grief.)