Mitch carefully untangled his mother's arms from around his neck and took a step back. "Right." he nodded in agreement to his sister and followed her toward the baggage claim. He stared straight ahead as he walked, not looking to either of them. And he was very quiet.<br/><br/>When Mitchel had left for the war he had been a happy, carefree, flamboyant teenager who was always chatting up a storm, especially with Rebecca. Now he was quiet and reserved, and his once bright hazel eyes were now a cold misty green.