Author's note: This story is not done yet! It's long form over! Now comes
recovery ^_^ I will post chapter 3 soon, but I have a thing called
"school". So I may take some time (apologies to people who want to read the
whole thing. Anyways, enjoy. Oh yeah, I forgot acknowledgments. Thanks to
Nintendo and Shigeru Miyamoto for a great game. And all the people who
wrote stories that were good enough to inspire me. K, done, enjoy. Thoughts
will now have * near them cause italics wont show on Fanfiction.net.
Chapter 2: Aftershock
There was an orange colored light all around the whole area. There were also many shapes flying around up above. Everywhere, there were explosions and lights streaking across the sky. Then, a great round shape came looming, and caught one of the larger, triangular shapes in a green shaft of light. After another minute, there was a huge explosion, and the shape was gone from where it was below the other shape. Then it all went a searing hot white.
"Ah!"
Fox woke up from his brief slumber. He was dreaming, but he couldn't make it out. Everything was blurry. Now he found himself lying on his bed, still in the same clothes as yesterday with his face on his pillow. His breathing yet again was heavy, his eyes tear filled, and his whole body was covered in sweat and shivers. The digital clock next to the bed read 9:37.
*What...what was that dream about? I…don't understand…*
Then, there was a chime on the door.
"Fox, you up?"
It was Peppy. Fox wasn't expecting him. He began to wonder why he was here, but then he remembered he was going to check in regularly as he was ordered. He couldn't get up so he just mumbled.
"It's open."
Peppy let himself in He still had that same look of concern on his face like he did yesterday, and he also held a copy of the Academy newspaper.
"How are you feeling today?"
Fox couldn't come up with an answer. Peppy knew very well that he wasn't feeling any better. No one that Peppy knew of could make a recovery that fast. Fox began to sit up, though it was a tad bit of an effort for him to keep stable. That's when Peppy noticed it. Fox's eyes were completely blood shot, and the fur on his face was completely tear stained. He also noticed that his fists were purple and cut, and that the pillow on his bed was soaked.
"Good lord Fox! What did you do to yourself?!"
Silence ensued, and Fox just sat there. Peppy knew it was going to be one of those tricky, long conversations, so he reached for a chair, but then just found it laying on the floor. He picked it up and took a seat, just as Fox had another meltdown , beginning to shiver, and began to sob out a response.
"Peppy…I just…oh god!"
He buried his face into his hands to cry, and continued to sob out worse than the night before.
"I can't take this! I'm even getting to the point where I pound the wall and curse my guts out complete with crying myself to what little sleep I can get!"
"Fox, it's-"
"It's not okay dammit!"
Fox was now in Peppy's face, both yet again in shock. Then, Fox began to shiver uncontrollably and turn away.
"I can't even respect people I know!"
He proceeded to pound his fist on the wall, but that only resulted in a pained hand and a groan of pain.
"Fox! Hurting yourself won't help any!"
Once again silence reigned between the two, up until Peppy remembered his reason for being here, hoping perhaps he could get on another topic.
"Um…I talked with the General, and we got a memorial service scheduled to be tomorrow. So you have to get your ceremonial uniform ready, dry cleaning, polishing, the works. I also got your paper from your door."
"A service tomorrow? But…they don't do things that fast. And the paper comes on Sundays only…"
"Well…this is a bit of a big deal for the entire military. Your dad was kind of a hero back in the military days. One of the best pilots, and he always got the job done and brought home every man."
"Oh…what's the paper got to say anyways?"
"See for yourself."
Peppy handed the paper to Fox. The Academy Times was the paper for the entire Academy, and normally they only came on Sundays. But in this issue, there was only one topic. It read on the front page: Star Fox leader James McCloud reported KIA. There was a picture of James, and below it, an article went on about him, what happened, and about himself. Just after reading the first few lines, Fox couldn't help but to drop the paper, and lower his head and bury his face. Recalling all of it was just too painful. Peppy then felt he could speak again.
"Just as a warning. Because of the fact you're James' son, the press might be mobbing you with questions. The news is going to spread after the afternoon press conference. So if you need help…"
"I…think I'll be fine. I'll let you know if I need it."
"You'll be fine for now?"
Fox opened his mouth, and then he shut it, not knowing what the truth for him was, and began to cry uncontrollably.
"I just don't know any more! I just…can't take this…the pressure.
"Fox…"
"What should I do?! I feel like …something's going to snap…"
"Why don't you take advantage of this day off to chill out a little bit, try to relax? I know…"
Peppy reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of credits.
"Buy yourself a nice big breakfast first off. That stuff they serve at the cafeteria ain't gonna be all that helpful."
Peppy tossed the bills to Fox, but he didn't even try to catch it. The most he did was open up his hand and let the bills bounce off to the floor.
"Peppy, I can't take your money. You shouldn't waste it just for me…"
"C'mon Fox, if I didn't try to cheer you up, I'd be failing in one of your father's wishes."
Peppy got up and bent over to pick up the bills. He took Fox's hand, opened it, and placed the bills in it.
"Just take it Fox. You need to do whatever you can to keep going. Go and try to have some fun downtown or something."
"…Ok Peppy. You're right. A break might help."
"Well, then get on out there. I'd join you, but I have to make the arrangements. I'll stop by later this evening. Just be sure to get back in the early afternoon to get your uniform ready. You know as well as I do what it takes to get those ready."
"Sure thing."
"I have to go now. You just go out and do something. See you later."
"Bye…"
Peppy left the dorm, and Fox was alone to decide what to do. Somehow, all the release he did helped him enough to where he could think straight. He thought of possible things he could do.
*I can grab breakfast first, and then I have a few hours free until 2. After that, I can work on fixing my uniform, and at 6 I'm meeting with the guys at the Officer's Club. After that, some more uniform work, and then off to bed. Sounds like a plan…*
Fox decided that first he needed to clean up. He went to the bathroom to get out of his used clothes and to take a shower. As he stepped in, the steam from the hot water felt a little soothing. So was the water. While he was there, he also washed his eyes to take out the redness. Normally, he'd feel better from the soothing shower, but he still felt kind of blue. Even then, he went ahead with his normal shower routine, just a little slower. He then dried off and went to his clothes drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans, a white t- shirt, and a pair of socks and underwear.
Once he was dressed, he went to shave. He had a bit of a 5 o clock shadow, but it was easily taken care of with a couple swipes of his razor electric razor. But after Fox was finished doing this, he noticed himself in the mirror above the sink. He looked at himself and thought. He knew he looked a lot better than he did 5 minutes ago. His hair wasn't a mess, his eyes weren't bloodshot, and his face wasn't tear stained, but his eyes. They still had this look, a look that's an obvious sign of sadness, no luster at all. Just darkness.
He then turned away from the mirror, before he became further depressed and turned his attention to his closet. He opened the closet. In there, there were a few sets of everyday uniforms, his ceremonial uniform case, some more formal regular clothes, a water proof rain jacket, and one of his favorites, a bomber jacket his dad gave him.
It was a simple jacket. It was just a brown leather flight jacket, with various pockets, and fur covered neck. He had it for a long time. His dad gave it to him many years ago as a hand me down. At the time it was too big, but now it fit perfectly. He and his dad had almost the exact same measurements. Every time he put it one, he was reminded very much of his father. That was a reason he liked it besides the fact he thought he looked good in it.
However, when he put it on, instead of feeling just neutral or feeling confident that he looked ok, he just felt a deep pit within him. He knew very well that he wasn't going to get over this anytime soon. It would take much time. Even then, he made his way out the door, shoving his sneakers on along the way, to head to the elevator.
He walked across the large expanse of the Academy grounds down to the #4 South Gate. This gate emptied straight into Corneria City because the Academy was in the center and also consumed one of the largest amounts of space in the whole city. Fox went to the gate and went trough the usual formalities of signing out so that he could leave campus temporarily. Despite the fact they were technically student soldiers, they were still allowed to go and get anything they might want or to take a break, just like at a regular college.
Fox knew the area nearby the Academy on all sides well. One of his father's priorities when Fox first came was to teach him as best he could about the various aspects of Academy life. What was expected to happen over time, what thing is or does what, the best shortcuts to various places, anything a student may want to know that he already learned the hard way. He wanted to make things just a little easier. Among these things that were taught were the best places to go outside of the Academy.
The place Fox went to was only about one and a half blocks away from South Gate #4, so he got there in about five minutes time. He remembered this place very well from his first year. His dad took him there the day before the ceremony to celebrate because according to him, it was the best café within walking distance. This place was the High Flying Dining Café. The name was quite silly in many people's opinions, but it made sense because it was so near the Academy, and they specialized in flying techniques.
Groggily he pushed open the door to enter. It hadn't changed too much since he first came and last came. It still had that retro look from when his dad was growing up. He found a spot by the window. As he sat down, something flashed into his mind. He was sitting in the very spot where he and his dad sat during his first year, next to the same window in the exact spot where he sat. He found this quite strange. Before he could contemplate further the dog waiter on duty came up and gave him a menu.
"Can I get you something to drink sir?"
"Sure…coffee please."
"Right away."
After the waiter left, Fox looked over the menu and thought.
*Let see, I don't want something too small, so…maybe a country breakfast…no not that, or the pancake platter? No…*
Then the waiter came back with his coffee. He thanked the waiter and took the mug. He knew from what his father told him that this place had good coffee. Not too strong, but it made your eyes just about snap open. Fox felt a little better about knowing this, as he was very groggy, so he took a big sip. To his demise however, not even the heat woke him up.
*Hmm? That tasted strong and was hot, but why do I feel tired? Maybe some cream and sugar might help.*
He added a pack of sugar and a container of cream and stirred it all around. He lazily looked at the swirls, and was sent into thought. It kind of reminded him of a hurricane. Then he remembered a tall tale that his father told many people. The tale went that he flew through a huge hurricane of the worst kind just so he could get home and not be stranded on a sea based carrier for a whole week. Everyone would laugh, and then his dad would make his audience laugh more by trying to make them believe it's true, just as a joke.
Fox normally would've chuckled at the thought, but nothing came out. He just continued to drink his coffee, hoping for a sugar rush to kick in, but it never came. He kept noticing the weird patterns the cream and sugar made, and kept remembering things. Then the waiter came back.
"Are you ready to order sir?"
Fox just continued to look at his coffee, not noticing anything, being deep in thought over his many memories.
"Sir?"
Still, silence.
"Excuse me sir."
The waiter tapped Fox on the shoulder, shaking him away from his memories.
"Hm?"
"Are you ready to order?"
"Oh yes…um…what's today's special?"
"That would be the Starburst Breakfast platter."
"All right I'll take that."
"Ok…are you with the military? There is a 10% military discount."
"Oh, yes. Here's my ID."
Fox pulled out his wallet, then flipped the wallet open showing his Academy ID card.
"All right…your order will be ready in a few minutes."
The waiter left, taking his notepad with the order to the kitchen. Fox still sat with his wallet. He had another memory from this wallet. His father gave this to him too. It was his old wallet that he found very convenient because he could flick it out and his ID would show through the plastic window. It was yet another thing that Fox could make use of at the Academy. It actually did what his dad said it would do.
Fox sighed and shoved the wallet into his jacket's inner pocket. While he was waiting, he remembered the events of when his dad brought him here 4 years ago. Fox was kind of surprised at himself because he even remembered what food they ate, what the outside conditions were like, what they talked about, and all those little details people tend to forget.
He remembered that while they walked from his dorm after moving him in, they took the route via the #4 South Gate and the city sidewalk. His father was telling him about the various short cuts to different places, namely what he thought were the best places to go for various reasons, particularly near the Academy and the Military base since people in the military got discounts. He even gave Fox a little notepad with the information for his reference.
Then they came to this café to have dinner. They had a bit of a feast including their favorites. They had onion blossoms for an appetizer, root beer for drinks. Then they both had a rib platter, with fries and a rack of BBQ ribs, and had a dessert of Hot Fudge Sundaes. Fox couldn't believe he remembered that. That was usually something he forgot within minutes, but now the remembered it. He then thought about something he's thought of before. His dad always frequented foods that were particularly rich, like double bacon cheeseburgers and ribs. They had a joke that the reason he never had any health problems or the possibility because his line of work burned off everything.
He remembered all the stories that were shared, plus all the advice, like "When in doubt, ask for the special." Fox couldn't help but sigh at the memories of the way his dad went about things on a daily basis, not having much of a care in the world, the way he always had a joke for everything. Unless the situation was real nasty, like war, or the death of someone close, he was always in high spirits. It was one of the many traits that made Fox love his dad so much. He missed those things so, along with various idiosyncrasies like leaving himself open for a counter joke and not caring about it.
Then the waiter came back with his food, and set it down. It was a fairly common combination, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and a piece of buttered toast. Fox just quietly ate while his memories still stirred within his mind.
Note: As I said chapter 3 is coming soon, so please be patient! ^_^
Chapter 2: Aftershock
There was an orange colored light all around the whole area. There were also many shapes flying around up above. Everywhere, there were explosions and lights streaking across the sky. Then, a great round shape came looming, and caught one of the larger, triangular shapes in a green shaft of light. After another minute, there was a huge explosion, and the shape was gone from where it was below the other shape. Then it all went a searing hot white.
"Ah!"
Fox woke up from his brief slumber. He was dreaming, but he couldn't make it out. Everything was blurry. Now he found himself lying on his bed, still in the same clothes as yesterday with his face on his pillow. His breathing yet again was heavy, his eyes tear filled, and his whole body was covered in sweat and shivers. The digital clock next to the bed read 9:37.
*What...what was that dream about? I…don't understand…*
Then, there was a chime on the door.
"Fox, you up?"
It was Peppy. Fox wasn't expecting him. He began to wonder why he was here, but then he remembered he was going to check in regularly as he was ordered. He couldn't get up so he just mumbled.
"It's open."
Peppy let himself in He still had that same look of concern on his face like he did yesterday, and he also held a copy of the Academy newspaper.
"How are you feeling today?"
Fox couldn't come up with an answer. Peppy knew very well that he wasn't feeling any better. No one that Peppy knew of could make a recovery that fast. Fox began to sit up, though it was a tad bit of an effort for him to keep stable. That's when Peppy noticed it. Fox's eyes were completely blood shot, and the fur on his face was completely tear stained. He also noticed that his fists were purple and cut, and that the pillow on his bed was soaked.
"Good lord Fox! What did you do to yourself?!"
Silence ensued, and Fox just sat there. Peppy knew it was going to be one of those tricky, long conversations, so he reached for a chair, but then just found it laying on the floor. He picked it up and took a seat, just as Fox had another meltdown , beginning to shiver, and began to sob out a response.
"Peppy…I just…oh god!"
He buried his face into his hands to cry, and continued to sob out worse than the night before.
"I can't take this! I'm even getting to the point where I pound the wall and curse my guts out complete with crying myself to what little sleep I can get!"
"Fox, it's-"
"It's not okay dammit!"
Fox was now in Peppy's face, both yet again in shock. Then, Fox began to shiver uncontrollably and turn away.
"I can't even respect people I know!"
He proceeded to pound his fist on the wall, but that only resulted in a pained hand and a groan of pain.
"Fox! Hurting yourself won't help any!"
Once again silence reigned between the two, up until Peppy remembered his reason for being here, hoping perhaps he could get on another topic.
"Um…I talked with the General, and we got a memorial service scheduled to be tomorrow. So you have to get your ceremonial uniform ready, dry cleaning, polishing, the works. I also got your paper from your door."
"A service tomorrow? But…they don't do things that fast. And the paper comes on Sundays only…"
"Well…this is a bit of a big deal for the entire military. Your dad was kind of a hero back in the military days. One of the best pilots, and he always got the job done and brought home every man."
"Oh…what's the paper got to say anyways?"
"See for yourself."
Peppy handed the paper to Fox. The Academy Times was the paper for the entire Academy, and normally they only came on Sundays. But in this issue, there was only one topic. It read on the front page: Star Fox leader James McCloud reported KIA. There was a picture of James, and below it, an article went on about him, what happened, and about himself. Just after reading the first few lines, Fox couldn't help but to drop the paper, and lower his head and bury his face. Recalling all of it was just too painful. Peppy then felt he could speak again.
"Just as a warning. Because of the fact you're James' son, the press might be mobbing you with questions. The news is going to spread after the afternoon press conference. So if you need help…"
"I…think I'll be fine. I'll let you know if I need it."
"You'll be fine for now?"
Fox opened his mouth, and then he shut it, not knowing what the truth for him was, and began to cry uncontrollably.
"I just don't know any more! I just…can't take this…the pressure.
"Fox…"
"What should I do?! I feel like …something's going to snap…"
"Why don't you take advantage of this day off to chill out a little bit, try to relax? I know…"
Peppy reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of credits.
"Buy yourself a nice big breakfast first off. That stuff they serve at the cafeteria ain't gonna be all that helpful."
Peppy tossed the bills to Fox, but he didn't even try to catch it. The most he did was open up his hand and let the bills bounce off to the floor.
"Peppy, I can't take your money. You shouldn't waste it just for me…"
"C'mon Fox, if I didn't try to cheer you up, I'd be failing in one of your father's wishes."
Peppy got up and bent over to pick up the bills. He took Fox's hand, opened it, and placed the bills in it.
"Just take it Fox. You need to do whatever you can to keep going. Go and try to have some fun downtown or something."
"…Ok Peppy. You're right. A break might help."
"Well, then get on out there. I'd join you, but I have to make the arrangements. I'll stop by later this evening. Just be sure to get back in the early afternoon to get your uniform ready. You know as well as I do what it takes to get those ready."
"Sure thing."
"I have to go now. You just go out and do something. See you later."
"Bye…"
Peppy left the dorm, and Fox was alone to decide what to do. Somehow, all the release he did helped him enough to where he could think straight. He thought of possible things he could do.
*I can grab breakfast first, and then I have a few hours free until 2. After that, I can work on fixing my uniform, and at 6 I'm meeting with the guys at the Officer's Club. After that, some more uniform work, and then off to bed. Sounds like a plan…*
Fox decided that first he needed to clean up. He went to the bathroom to get out of his used clothes and to take a shower. As he stepped in, the steam from the hot water felt a little soothing. So was the water. While he was there, he also washed his eyes to take out the redness. Normally, he'd feel better from the soothing shower, but he still felt kind of blue. Even then, he went ahead with his normal shower routine, just a little slower. He then dried off and went to his clothes drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans, a white t- shirt, and a pair of socks and underwear.
Once he was dressed, he went to shave. He had a bit of a 5 o clock shadow, but it was easily taken care of with a couple swipes of his razor electric razor. But after Fox was finished doing this, he noticed himself in the mirror above the sink. He looked at himself and thought. He knew he looked a lot better than he did 5 minutes ago. His hair wasn't a mess, his eyes weren't bloodshot, and his face wasn't tear stained, but his eyes. They still had this look, a look that's an obvious sign of sadness, no luster at all. Just darkness.
He then turned away from the mirror, before he became further depressed and turned his attention to his closet. He opened the closet. In there, there were a few sets of everyday uniforms, his ceremonial uniform case, some more formal regular clothes, a water proof rain jacket, and one of his favorites, a bomber jacket his dad gave him.
It was a simple jacket. It was just a brown leather flight jacket, with various pockets, and fur covered neck. He had it for a long time. His dad gave it to him many years ago as a hand me down. At the time it was too big, but now it fit perfectly. He and his dad had almost the exact same measurements. Every time he put it one, he was reminded very much of his father. That was a reason he liked it besides the fact he thought he looked good in it.
However, when he put it on, instead of feeling just neutral or feeling confident that he looked ok, he just felt a deep pit within him. He knew very well that he wasn't going to get over this anytime soon. It would take much time. Even then, he made his way out the door, shoving his sneakers on along the way, to head to the elevator.
He walked across the large expanse of the Academy grounds down to the #4 South Gate. This gate emptied straight into Corneria City because the Academy was in the center and also consumed one of the largest amounts of space in the whole city. Fox went to the gate and went trough the usual formalities of signing out so that he could leave campus temporarily. Despite the fact they were technically student soldiers, they were still allowed to go and get anything they might want or to take a break, just like at a regular college.
Fox knew the area nearby the Academy on all sides well. One of his father's priorities when Fox first came was to teach him as best he could about the various aspects of Academy life. What was expected to happen over time, what thing is or does what, the best shortcuts to various places, anything a student may want to know that he already learned the hard way. He wanted to make things just a little easier. Among these things that were taught were the best places to go outside of the Academy.
The place Fox went to was only about one and a half blocks away from South Gate #4, so he got there in about five minutes time. He remembered this place very well from his first year. His dad took him there the day before the ceremony to celebrate because according to him, it was the best café within walking distance. This place was the High Flying Dining Café. The name was quite silly in many people's opinions, but it made sense because it was so near the Academy, and they specialized in flying techniques.
Groggily he pushed open the door to enter. It hadn't changed too much since he first came and last came. It still had that retro look from when his dad was growing up. He found a spot by the window. As he sat down, something flashed into his mind. He was sitting in the very spot where he and his dad sat during his first year, next to the same window in the exact spot where he sat. He found this quite strange. Before he could contemplate further the dog waiter on duty came up and gave him a menu.
"Can I get you something to drink sir?"
"Sure…coffee please."
"Right away."
After the waiter left, Fox looked over the menu and thought.
*Let see, I don't want something too small, so…maybe a country breakfast…no not that, or the pancake platter? No…*
Then the waiter came back with his coffee. He thanked the waiter and took the mug. He knew from what his father told him that this place had good coffee. Not too strong, but it made your eyes just about snap open. Fox felt a little better about knowing this, as he was very groggy, so he took a big sip. To his demise however, not even the heat woke him up.
*Hmm? That tasted strong and was hot, but why do I feel tired? Maybe some cream and sugar might help.*
He added a pack of sugar and a container of cream and stirred it all around. He lazily looked at the swirls, and was sent into thought. It kind of reminded him of a hurricane. Then he remembered a tall tale that his father told many people. The tale went that he flew through a huge hurricane of the worst kind just so he could get home and not be stranded on a sea based carrier for a whole week. Everyone would laugh, and then his dad would make his audience laugh more by trying to make them believe it's true, just as a joke.
Fox normally would've chuckled at the thought, but nothing came out. He just continued to drink his coffee, hoping for a sugar rush to kick in, but it never came. He kept noticing the weird patterns the cream and sugar made, and kept remembering things. Then the waiter came back.
"Are you ready to order sir?"
Fox just continued to look at his coffee, not noticing anything, being deep in thought over his many memories.
"Sir?"
Still, silence.
"Excuse me sir."
The waiter tapped Fox on the shoulder, shaking him away from his memories.
"Hm?"
"Are you ready to order?"
"Oh yes…um…what's today's special?"
"That would be the Starburst Breakfast platter."
"All right I'll take that."
"Ok…are you with the military? There is a 10% military discount."
"Oh, yes. Here's my ID."
Fox pulled out his wallet, then flipped the wallet open showing his Academy ID card.
"All right…your order will be ready in a few minutes."
The waiter left, taking his notepad with the order to the kitchen. Fox still sat with his wallet. He had another memory from this wallet. His father gave this to him too. It was his old wallet that he found very convenient because he could flick it out and his ID would show through the plastic window. It was yet another thing that Fox could make use of at the Academy. It actually did what his dad said it would do.
Fox sighed and shoved the wallet into his jacket's inner pocket. While he was waiting, he remembered the events of when his dad brought him here 4 years ago. Fox was kind of surprised at himself because he even remembered what food they ate, what the outside conditions were like, what they talked about, and all those little details people tend to forget.
He remembered that while they walked from his dorm after moving him in, they took the route via the #4 South Gate and the city sidewalk. His father was telling him about the various short cuts to different places, namely what he thought were the best places to go for various reasons, particularly near the Academy and the Military base since people in the military got discounts. He even gave Fox a little notepad with the information for his reference.
Then they came to this café to have dinner. They had a bit of a feast including their favorites. They had onion blossoms for an appetizer, root beer for drinks. Then they both had a rib platter, with fries and a rack of BBQ ribs, and had a dessert of Hot Fudge Sundaes. Fox couldn't believe he remembered that. That was usually something he forgot within minutes, but now the remembered it. He then thought about something he's thought of before. His dad always frequented foods that were particularly rich, like double bacon cheeseburgers and ribs. They had a joke that the reason he never had any health problems or the possibility because his line of work burned off everything.
He remembered all the stories that were shared, plus all the advice, like "When in doubt, ask for the special." Fox couldn't help but sigh at the memories of the way his dad went about things on a daily basis, not having much of a care in the world, the way he always had a joke for everything. Unless the situation was real nasty, like war, or the death of someone close, he was always in high spirits. It was one of the many traits that made Fox love his dad so much. He missed those things so, along with various idiosyncrasies like leaving himself open for a counter joke and not caring about it.
Then the waiter came back with his food, and set it down. It was a fairly common combination, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and a piece of buttered toast. Fox just quietly ate while his memories still stirred within his mind.
Note: As I said chapter 3 is coming soon, so please be patient! ^_^
