Goose held her shoulders firmly as she finally lit the fire. Her comment had him lifting her up and carrying her back to the couch to watch the flames begin to lick at the wood before they finally caught. As the flames grew, he hugged her tighter. No, he wasn't going to let go of his sister either. He had done too much to just let her slip away from him. Each piece of wood that was tossed onto the fire and consumed destroyed one more thread tying the two children to their parents.<br/><br/>"You will always be my sister, Temple Annabel Thurston," he whispered back to her. "You will always have your brother, Goose James Thurston. I am not going to let go of either of us. The bastard downstairs is no longer our father. The bitch who has been paying him child support for the last ten years is no longer our mother. That is what I found out while I was going through the papers we found. Watch that hell of a life we both lived burn up and turn to ash. We will build a new life together. I love you, Temple."