Will was the first to recover. He blinked and looked at Willow. A tear ran down her face, making a line through the dirt and dust. He rose from his seat and wrapped his arms around her small form. Sitting down slowly, he pulled Willow towards him until she was on his lap while he was cradling her in his arms. Horace watched as tears poured down her face. He looked at Will, who just shrugged in reply.

After a while, Willow finally fell asleep. Will stood up carefully, making sure as to not wake her up, and smiled at Horace. He walked to her bedroom and set her down putting the blanket on top of her. Walking out, Will sat once more next to Horace. "What happened?" Horace asked. Will, clearly puzzled, merely shook his head.

After a few minutes of silence, Horace dismissed himself, leaving Will to think. He sat up and walked outside, lifting the door so the hinges wouldn't screech. He sighed as it closed. Sitting in the chair on the veranda, he thought about her until he finally gave way to sleep.