He stepped out of the shower and slipped downstairs. He looked over and saw his sister asleep on the couch he had memories flash of when they were kids. Both of them and their late sister were inseparable. He always felt like he had to protect his sister's, being the only male child of the family. It still ate at him that he couldn't do anything for his younger sister except watch as the life faded from her. Maybe he wasn't fit to protect them. He let a few tears leak from his eyes at the thought as he quietly walked over and placed a blanket over her. He slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a quick breakfast before heading back to his room and turning on his TV.