I do not own these characters. All rights go to Summit Entertainment. All I own is this laptop, this deck of card, and whatever is left of my sanity.

Dylan stepped into the room, a tray of refreshments and food in his grasp. To Dylan's surprise, he found four strange little children in the living room. Both Dylan and the children froze in their spots, wondering what in the world was happening.

The children wondered who the scraggly and strange intruder was. Dylan wondered why in the world there were four unknown children in his living room- and why they looked and were dressed strikingly like his Horsemen. Realization suddenly hit the agent, astonishment and dumbstruck striking him full force.

Dylan dropped the tray of food and all of its contents fly everywhere. The large ruckus scared all of the little kids, causing them to shriek and cover their ears in fear.

Dylan's mouth hung agape. He couldn't believe his eyes. At first he believed this to be a messed up prank. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn't logical. There was no way the Horsemen found some way to sneak in a couple of children to play some kind of elaborate plan on Dylan. This was his only idea of an explanation as to what happened- besides them actually being shrunken down by some unknown cause.

These children were in fact, the same adults that stood in the same room ten minutes ago. Dylan could see little resemblances in each child. The distinct red hair of Henley, the half-bored expression that Merritt usually wore, Daniel's timid yet strong stance, and even the childlike expression of Jack. These characteristics each dawned on a specific child. "Holy shit," Dylan cursed, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. These children were in fact, the Horsemen.

"HE SAID A BAD WORD! HE SAID SHIT!" One child yelped, jumping up and down and pointing to Dylan with a little pudgy finger. Upon closer inspection, Dylan realized that the over-reactive child was none other than Merritt. Dylan was somewhat surprised to see that the child had hair. The color of his eyes and the facial structure clued Dylan in to identifying the child. If the facial characteristics and obvious age difference between this child and the other children didn't signify that he was Merritt, then the boy's actions certainly did.

Dylan noticed that the mess of shattered glass surrounded the children and was spread out all throughout the floor. It was miracle that none of the glass managed to come into contact with any of them. A new problem occurred. There were hundreds of glass shards, and four very clumsy and messy children who were bound to get hurt.

"Shush! Everyone calm down. Don't move okay? There's glass all around you, and I don't want any of you getting hurt. I'm going to carry you all one by one and get you somewhere less dangerous," Dylan ordered.

The little boy with very curly hair, who Dylan knew must be Daniel, was the closest to Dylan. He was about to pick up the young boy when the boy backed away from Dylan. The agent should have known this would have happened. In Daniel's defense, a large man trying to grab him didn't seem like a good situation.

"Daniel?" Dylan said, lowering down to the child's level and making his voice softer. The boy gave him a somewhat weary look. The boy then averted his gaze, but Dylan continued to talk to him. "Hey, buddy? Listen to me. I'm going to get you out of this room so that you don't get boo boo's from the glass everywhere, okay?" The boy slowly looked back to Dylan, and Dylan picked up Daniel before he could protest. He carried him into the hallway and directed him to stay there.

Dylan then proceeded to bring Henley out into the hall. He smiled when she did not throw a fit. He did laugh when she insisted that she could make it there herself, but allowed Dylan to carry her there because she wanted to feel like a little princess.

As Dylan approached Merritt, the young 7 year old took a step back, and was less than an inch away from stepping on a sharp shard of glass.

"Merritt! Be careful. Don't move, or else you'll get hurt." The stubborn kid stuck his tongue out at Dylan, but didn't dare move. Before Merritt was able to protest, Dylan picked up Merritt and made his way to bring him out of the room. The boy squirmed and tried to free himself, and all but jumped out of Dylan's arms as the two enter to the hallway.

Young three year old Jack looked up to the taller man as he approached him. Jack took his thumb out of his mouth and reached up to be picked up by Dylan. The agent effortlessly picked up the young child and carried him out into the the hallway, glad that he did not make any fuss.

"Okay. You four stay right here while I fix up inside that room," Dylan ordered. "Daniel. I'm putting you in charge. Keep these three in line for me." He patted little Daniel on the head before disappearing to grab a dust pan and a broom. He didn't see Daniel flinch from the small contact.

When Dylan left, it was then Daniel spoke for the first time. "Okay, I don' wanna get into trouble with Mr. Beardy guy, so don't mess around and we'll be fine."

Merritt did not listen to Daniel. Merritt was older than him and wanted to do whatever he felt like doing. He pushed a framed photo on the wall and was amused at how it swung left and right.

Daniel gasped when he saw what Merritt was up to. "No! Don't do that! You're gonna break it!" As Daniel continued to yell and scold, Henley peered into other rooms, curious to see what other rooms were in the cabin. Daniel yelled again and warned Henley not to run off.

Twenty minutes later, Dylan stepped back into the hallway to find everything in order and just as he had left it. He had to admit, he was pretty surprised with what he saw. Henley and Jack sat on the floor with their back up against the wall. Merritt was sulking in the corner, shooting eye daggers at Daniel. Daniel himself was standing in the middle of the hallway and smiling at Dylan. The agent had to give Daniel some credit. He didn't expect Daniel to keep such a tight leash and control on the other Horsemen.

Dylan then ushered the children back into the living room. He left the children momentarily to see if there were any food still edible in the pantry. When he left, Merritt immediately hopped up onto the couch and started jumping. Daniel had found a liking to talking to Henley. He believed that she paid attention to his words, when in reality, she gave random nods to Daniel and ignored him as she tried turning on the unplugged television. Jack crawled around on the floor, causing Henley to stop Jack and carry him up onto the table. "No. No crawling on the floor, little baby. It's gross, germy and yucky," she explained before leaving the child to continue figuring out the television.

When Dylan returned, everyone froze. Merritt stopped jumping on the couch, Daniel stopping mid-sentence, Henley's finger still over the ON button of the television, and Jack lying face-down on the table. The agent stepped into the room and gave everyone a disapproving look. The four children hung their heads in shame. Dylan then ordered them all to head into the kitchen for some food that he had set up.

Jack jumped off the coffee table and pulled on Dylan's pants to gain his attention. Dylan looked down and was greeted with the little boy's pleading eyes and arms outstretched. Dylan rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what the little boy wanted. He picked up the little boy and walked in front of the other children to guide them to the kitchen.

Merritt, Daniel, and Henley climbed up onto the chairs and immediately dug into the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches provided for them. Once Dylan had set Jack down onto a chair stacked with pillows, Dylan sighed and leaned up against the counter to supervise the young ones.

He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that these small children were his Horsemen. He didn't know how or why this had occurred, but at the very least, he was glad that the clothes shrunk with them.

He knew that he couldn't deal with this on his own. He needed someone with expertise, with motherly instincts and patience. Someone who... well.. wasn't Dylan. Dylan momentarily stepped out of the room, made a call to a certain someone and returned to the kitchen, only to be greeted with a piece of toast flung and stuck to his face.

"This is going to be hell," Dylan groaned, the faint taste on his tongue that he truly hoped to have been very dark peanut butter...

Oh god, I'm terribly sorry for such a long wait for this chapter. I have been so busy with work, college stuff, and trying to get a damn sleeping schedule so that I actually have energy everyday. I hope you enjoyed this little chapter, and thank you for being so patient with me. I admit, this was a bit rushed since I didn't want any of you to wait for so long. Hopefully I will have time during the week to come up with the next chapter.

Here's a fun little game. I will list four things that may happen next chapter, and only one will not actually happen. Guess which one is false. The people who pick the correct choice will get a little shout-out on the next update.

Here's the list:

- Alma coming in to assist Dylan in taking care of the Horsemen

- Dinosaur chicken nuggets

- Jack disappearing under Dylan's notice

- Learning a little bit about Henley and her life at home

~Good luck~