<div class="floatleft">(http://img811.imageshack.us/img811/7482/sarahavatar.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Sarah Masuyo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133777.msg5959554#msg5959554)</span><br/>Sheet: http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16401 (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16401)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>"Ok, fair enough"</strong>, she said to Shine, ending what could be an endless discussion. If he wanted to go neurotic about security right now, she wouldn't be the one to stop him. Once more, the necessity of a leader buzzed her mind. Sarah thought that Rika would be a obvious choice, since she had much more experience than any of them in such stressful situations. Well, that one was easily the most stressful situation that she even faced, but still, she was the best choice.<br/><br/>But that wasn't time to think about such questions. As she said to Shine, it was time to rest a little, to recover the strength to face whatever the future holds up.<strong>"Well, if anyone needs me, I'm in the bathroom"</strong>, she said, to no one specifically.<br/><br/>Entering in the bathroom, the first thing caught by her eyes was the bathtub. Just what she wanted! Closing the door behind her (without locking it, by habit), she quickly open the water to fill it. After filling it, she put the bath salts, took of her clothes and finally entered the bathtub, lying down on it. Sarah sighed, enjoying the sensation.<br/><br/>After relaxing for a while, her mind started to wander. Sarah was wondering what happened to her uncle, if he did survived all that mess. Being optimistic by nature, she was pretty sure he made it. But, what if not? Sarah killed that thought. She couldn't accept his death without proof. It was true that they never were close, and that distance grew more and more after her mother's death. But he was family, and no one could give up on family that easy.<br/><br/>And, speaking of family... Sarah thought about her father. He was alive too?<strong>"That bastard!"</strong>, she mumbled, trying to take him off her mind. But she couldn't help to think more about him, if he survived. She remembered that night, when her mother died. Her dad on the police car, touching in the window with his hands, a handcuff on his wrist. She could read his lips: "It wasn't me." Sarah had that scene on her mind for years, but she never payed him a visit on the prison. She never gave him a chance to explain. How could she, since all the evidences pointed to his guilty?<br/><br/>But now, with the thought that she could have lost him, she began to wonder.<strong>"Damn, old man!"</strong>, she said, feeling the tears flowing through her face. She needed to know. She needed to hear him, hear what he had to tell, looking at his eyes. She needed to ask him the damn question. She owed at least that to him.