Well, this is it. My last little bit until I get back from my vacation. It seemed very hard to write, even though I knew everything that was going to happen in this little scene. Hope you all enjoy, see ya in a week.

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Joe awoke hours later, the storm was raging outside, and their fire had almost gone out. He looked over and saw Frank sound asleep on the other couch. He smiled. At least the mother hen can get some sleep.

Joe slowly stretched around the arms of the couch. He had gotten quite stiff sleeping in such a cramped space. Then, he stared at the fire again. He knew that it needed to be stoked and another log, at least, added. But he was so warm, and outside of the blankets wasn't as nice.

Joe took a deep sighing breath and heaved him self from the couch. A shiver raced down his spine and he moved fast towards the fire. Once there he took a moment to warm his hands, then he grabbed the poker and moved things around.

Joe tried very hard to keep his mind on the present. He knew that he had a bit of a people pleasing personality, at least when it came to those that he loved. When Iola had died he had shut down. Everyone had worried so much about him.

When he came out of his stupor, enough to realize what he was doing to everyone; he vowed that he wouldn't let them suffer anymore, because of him. So he started judging his reactions and internalizing everything that would remind him of Iola and that horrid day.

Fire was a major down fall. He could easily lose himself deep inside. He thought about how he was the one meant for the bomb. Joes shook him self, time to focus on the nice warm fire and getting back to sleep.

He reached over and grabbed two medium size logs and placed them in the fire place.

Then he stood, stretched and yawned. Rolling his head, he headed towards the kitchen to grab a quick drink. Once he was done he headed back to the comfy couch. Slowly, he crawled back under the blankets and closed his eyes.

He was just drifting off to sleep when his bladder suddenly started screaming at him. "Man," he whispered rather loudly. Then, with a loud sigh threw the blankets off and head towards the bathroom.

Walking towards the bathroom, he heard the wind and some cracking sounds. That does not sound good! He looked around the cabin nervously for a few moments, and then headed, once again, towards the bathroom.

After he was finished, he stared at him self in the mirror. I do look older. I'm not as stocky as I was in high school. Course, I'm not playing sports like I did in high school. He turned on the water to splash his face a little when there was a thundering crash outside the bathroom. Joe grabbed onto the counter and watched as the mirror threatened to fall from its perch on the wall.

When things seemed to have stopped he opened the door to investigate. His mouth dropped open from the devastation he saw. A tree had apparently given into the weight of the ice covering it and had crashed down through the corner of the living room.

The couch where Joe had been sleeping was now covered in debris. The couch where Frank was sleeping wasn't visible under the rubble of the ceiling and the tree.

Rushing forward, heedless of the ice coming in freely and his bare feet, Joe tried to search for his brother. "Frank!"