I listened to him talk about his family and home and wondered what it must be like to have things to miss. Sure there was dad but I knew he'd show up soon he wouldn't olerate me being here for long with out a reason that would help us in the future. Suddenly I hoped I had one when he showed up.<br/><br/>"must be nice, having a real home." I murmured sleep starting to make the edges of my thoughts a bit blurry.