Liz follows him and watches for a moment as he rolls through the grass just like he used to.  She can't help but laugh, and carefully lays down near him, wishing she could roll too but knowing it'd blow her cover.  When he calms down a bit she squirms over beside him and looks up at the clouds as well.<br/><br/>"Yeah... we had a lot of fun then, didn't we."  She sighs, thinking about the trips they'd gone on, the camping and canoeing and cities to see.  It really had been a good time. Then Dad had run off when she was 12 and screwed everything up.  The next 6 years, Mom had worked hard to try and keep everything going, but it seemed like no matter what, something always went wrong.  Then she'd been walking back from work that night and some bastard shot her.  No reason.  They didn't even take her stuff.  Just shot her and left her to die.  Just thinking about it still pissed Liz off, so she has to push the memory away again.<br/><br/>She sighs.  It feels so nice to be in the sun, just hanging out with her brother.  And even the creature inside her seems to be cooperating right now to let her relax.  Pointing up at one cloud in particular, she nudges Brian.  "Hey look.... a pony!!"  It's a game from when they were little, making up shapes that the clouds bore no resemblance to, trying to make the other one laugh at the absurdity.