Fall had begun in the new home of the Wild Kratts. Chris just had his fourth birthday not too long ago and already was already for more of life.
Chris went outside on Saturday to play around. His family had gotten over the loss of Wilma and Willy, though their was still scars. Chris balanced himself on a dead fallen tree up to the top of the hill...
When he reached the top, he expected to see the herd of deer grazing in the field below. But Chris gasped. Out on the field were men, tall men with big sticks! And Harter was in between them all. Chris saw his friend is grave danger and rushed down to save him, "Harter!"
Harter, in the midst of the men, looked over to see Chris coming. With his deer sounds, he told Chris to get away. The men turned to see the human boy looking at them. One man picked up the pace to dive in to catch the boy.
Chris turned back and ran up the hill to safety. He was still knew to the wilderness. The thought still triggered Chris to run from the scary man. Chris leaped over the dead trees and ran past high trees. He had to keep running, but his pace was slowing down. The man was gaining on Chris.
Suddenly, Chris heard the wild moans. He turned as he ran to see Harter dashing in and pushing the rushing man from Chris' path. Chris stopped and took hold of the still rushing hart and climbed on, "You saved me, Harter!"
Harter smiled and still ran from the men. He ran to the rock ledge and picked up the pace. Chris got so frightened, "Harter... What are you doing?!"
Harter galloped unto the rock and took a finishing leap at the edge. The men stopped at the edge and watched with shock as the deer flew into the air downwards unto another ledge.
One man cursed, "Aren't you going to kill him?" And he lifted his gun and shot...
BANG!
Harter jerked and lost his balance. Chris felt the hart push into the air. Instead of catching the ledge, the hart bashed his chin into it and fell downwards again. Chris held on for dear life, "Harter! No! Wake up!"
Harter was barely making it. The men on the ledge cheered and ran down the side to catch the deer. Chris had to make Harter awake from her shock. But the rocks were too quick, the deer bashed unto the rocks into the water beneath. Chris lost his grip of the deer and fell into the stream.
The current was too strong for Chris to handle. Chris pulled himself up and started to scream for help. He was still too young to swim and was terrified of the water. Chris went under a small wave and almost drowned.
Chris took a deep breath on air. Harter pulled up from the current and swam for the surface away from the hunters. The hunters cursed and shot again. The bullets this time were missed. Chris was barely a target. Chris held on to Harter as the injuried deer climbed unto the surface and galloped away into the other woods. Harter kept galloping until he didn't see the bullet shots. He fell to the ground, where Chris got off and hugged the hart's head, "Harter... Wake up. Wake up..."
The hart looked at Chris and lifted his head. He nursed the crying child. Then he noticed... The child had a darker spot. Chris pulled his arm away, revealing blood... Harter took the child by the collar of his shirt and threw him to his back and gallopped back. The child needed help and was bleeding severely. Harter climbed the rocks and crossed a concealed bridge in the forest to the forest Chris was almost used to. Then, the hart galloped down to the two story house, where Linda was preparing to hang up the wet clothes. When she turned to see the hart galloping down, she saw her son dangling over the shoulder. She grew scared and ran to the hart.
Chris had fainted despite the blood loss he had encounter. Linda took the child into the house without saying anything. Harter watched from the windows as Linda cleaned the chest wound and bandaged it. She wanted for her son's life to come back.
BANG BANG!
Harter turned and leaped from the scene, holding to lead the hunters from the house. But they saw the house and forgot about the hart immediately. Harter grew scared, knowing the child was at risk. He went back down to see what they were doing.
Instead of knocking, one hunter raised his rifle and lock at the lock. Harter was scared. The mother and her son were in danger. He heard Linda's scream from the woods and ran in to help them.
Meanwhile, Chris woken up to his mother's scream. When he saw the hunters grabbing the woman and protraying her body, Chris went evil, "Leave my mother alone!"
The men looked up to see the kid they saw fall into the river. Chris stared at the men. He wanted his mother to be safe. Linda backed off and told her son to back off also. But Chris got in between the hunters and the mother.
The men stared at the child and laughed, "A toddler going to scare us!"
Chris growled. The men stopped laughing. Chris' fists quenched. As a four-year-old, something in him snapped. He was no longer the beautiful little thing everyone saw. Chris' fists grew tighter and tighter. The men now feared the child was going insane. Linda tried to snap Chris from his thoughts, but he had some power, power to use it.
One man lifted his rifle and aimed it at the child. Linda screamed for her child's life. Chris saw the rifle and stepped backwards one step, still eyeing the men, each one of the four.
"Oh, the little boy is scared of a rifle."
Chris growled louder. He was mad. He couldn't make out what was going on. He sat on the floor, still staring at the men. The men looked at him with shocked expessions and confused faces. Chris scratched at the floor... Suddenly, the men realized... This was no ordinary kid.
"RUN! HE'S GOING TO ATTACK!"
As each man left the house, Harter head butt his anthers into one hunter. Two other ones didn't care that the hart was going against them. Harter picked one up and threw him into the other one into the river. The other one was still backing away from Chris. Chris followed his steps until he turned away and ran, screaming. Chris growled and leaped and pushed the man over. Chris felt his teeth dig into the man's leg. The man screamed for help, while his friends were running for their lives. Chris' fury burned and he was ready. He dug his teeth deeper, tasting the life source of humans. He let go, deguised by the taste, and the man got up screaming and limping. Harter finished him off by pushing him over and letting him escape.
Linda came outside, Chris was back to normal, yet confused. He was sitting in a strange manner. His legs were open and one hand was behind the right leg and his left hand was in between his legs. He looked at his mother, still some blood pouring from his mouth, confused, yet convinced that his mother was safe.
Linda hugged her son, once Chris was settled. Harter came up to Chris, shocked of the outcome. No training and this kid knew how to attack.
Linda said, "Honey... Who told you how to hunt like that?"
"I seriously don't know, mother... All I thought was that they were hurting you... Afterall... they were and I wanted to protect you somehow."
Linda picked up her four year old. Chris felt sick from the ingesting of blood. Linda lay him on the couch and covered him with a blanket and said, "You rest now, sweetie. You are sore."
Chris yawned as Linda dubbed a wet cloth all over his mouth to cleanse the blood from him. Chris snuggled in his blanket and fell asleep instantly. Harter saw the sleep and decided to move off and protect the herd once again...
Winter came around. William was home for the season. He was happy his son was able to protect his mother while he was gone. Chris healed from the chest wound and was back outside.
The lake was covered with a heavy sheet of ice. Chris tapped on the ice, wondering what could it be. In all his four years on earth, he had never seen ice. Snow, yes; ice, nada.
William came outside to see what his boy was doing. He saw Chris tapping on the ice. William came up, "Whatcha's doing, Chris?"
"The water is gone, Dad."
William chuckled, "This here," he knocked on the ice, "Is ice. It's hardened water. Every winter, if the temperatures drop enough, the water will freeze into this hardened surface. Some temperatures can make it freeze over, and some, it will be so thin, you can fall in it and get really sick."
Chris knocked on the ice. The hardness hurt his knuckles, "It's really hard."
William smiled, "Wait here," and he ventured out on the ice. Chris' wide eyes had never been so wide. His father was walking on water! He watched his father walked across and walk back, "Come on, son. It's safe."
"You're walking on water!"
"I'm walking on hardened water, son."
Chris took his father's gloved hands and William brought Chris to the center. Chris held on to his father for fear the hardened water will go soft on him. William knelt on the ice and ice, "Did you know that I proposed your mother while we were skating on ice?"
Chris beamed, "Skate?"
"You can skate on ice. It will take some bumps and bruises, but sooner or later, you will learn and be skating to the moon..."
"Really?!"
William forgot that toddlers take things for literal, "Not really. It's an expression."
"What's an expression?"
William smiled, "Today is not schoolday. Besides, I better get you enrolled in Pre-K."
"What's Pre-K?"
"It's a school, or daycare, that teaches you how to write or draw or learn some things. School does the same thing."
Chris followed his father. His boots didn't have a secure binding on them, therefore, he felt how slippery the ice was. William noticed the boundaries, and took Chris, "You want to learn to skate?"
"They teach that in school?"
William chuckled, "No. But some games may. Can I teach you to skate?"
Chris took his father's hands and held on to his father. William walked his son across the ice field and said, "I'm going to let you go... Don't be upset if you don't get it. It takes time."
Chris was scared of letting go of his father. But as William let go of Chris, Chris did a front flip, still hanging on to his father's sleeves. William laughed and picked Chris from the cold ice, "Let's go inside. You're still new to this. I bet mom's got hot cocoa waiting."
Chris was a little sore, but smiled. He hugged his father as William led him homewards. Linda greeted the young men and smiled, "I see someone was on ice."
Chris was unbundled from his wraps and ran to his mother. He hugged her skirts, "Daddy was walking on water, mother!"
Linda smiled, "Yes, I saw that."
Chris let go of his mother and went to see his father. He was now on the phone and he appeared shocked to see Chris, "Son?"
"Hey, Daddy... What are you doing?"
"Uh... Calling an old friend. Go tell Mommy that I said you can have a snack."
"Thanks, Dad!" Cried the boy as he ran out of the mini office. William took a deep breath and answered the receiver, "Hello?"
"This is Michael Corcovado Sr."
"Hey, Mike. It's me, William."
"William! Long time, no hear! You know that boy of yours is a straight A student!"
William smiled, "I'm glad to hear that..."
"How's your youngest?"
"Too much. I have to get him enrolled in a schooling facility. He already encountered man as hunters. Linda told me that he bit one alive and bled him out."
"Whoa! Really?"
"Sure. I'm nervous about him... Today, I nearly broke down. We were on ice outside and I recalled and told him about me proposing to Linda. Remember that night?"
"How can I not remember? I was giving you so much advice! But instead, you skated too much and you ended on one knee and poor young Linda, she was so scared -"
"And she asked if I was okay and I recalled the pose and pulled the ring out and proposed."
"Linda was so thrilled to see that. I praised you after we brought her home."
William looked at the picture of his whole family together which was sitting on his desk, "Yeah... Beautiful memories."
"Hey, uh, are you planning to get Martin for the holidays. He sure misses you and his dear little brother."
"Uh... No. Not this year."
"Why not? The more you pull that boy of yours from the city the more he'll bleed out the world."
"I know... But he's still the same. I'm looking at him outside my office right now. All he seems to care about is that Harter."
"Harter?"
"An old hart he made friends with a few months ago. Chris is so happy. He claimed that he can understand and talk to animals without fuss."
"Wait... What?"
"Chris can talk to animals."
"Are you serious?"
"Serious as a honey bee after you after you stole his honey."
"Gee... I didn't know you had that."
"Had what?"
"Such a child. Is he doing okay with all this change?"
"I don't know for sure."
"Are you sure you don't want Martin?"
"For this year. I got his present coming in the mail to you."
"Okay."
"Anything about that kidnapper?"
"Nothing. Nothing about Wilma and Willy... Do you think they're - dead?"
William looked at the picture again, "I don't know..."
"Hey, look... Uh, I promised the family to go out and see the new movie the city just put in. Keep me in touch."
"Sure..."
"Bye, William!"
"Bye, Michael," William hung up the phone and crashed on his desk and started to cry. He missed his daughter and baby boy. Today would have been Willy's birthday. He would have been one year old.
William shut his eyes wishing his family were together. He turned around to see Chris out on the snow with Harter with him. Right beside Harter... William couldn't make out. He pushed the blinds aside and saw a fawn. Chris and the fawn were having fun. William knew Harter was a leader, and this fawn would cause...
BANG!
William watched as the hart stood tall in a flash. His tall head arched to the wilderness. Chris and the fawn ran to the house... Under the house. Harter entered the woods, with Chris soon after following him.
William went out to Linda, "Did you just hear that shot?"
"I worried about Chris. He's too close to being killed."
"He'll be fine, Linda... I'm sure."
Chris was rushing in the woods, seeing Harter go ahead. His doe friend came down and got the fawn. Chris knew something was wrong so he followed Harter.
Harter had to teach Chris the survival life of a wild animal. He saw the hunters coming in from the north. Chris looked up at harter as the hart noticed his fate. He looked at Chris and nod his head once and went down to catch the men.
Chris followed behind. But the hunters spotted the hart before he attacked. The men raised their guns and shot. Harter went down and came back up. He saw Chris behind him, scared frozen. He jumped up and picked the child from the snow and ran to the nearest hideout. When he saw a hole, he toss Chrs into the den and ran off. Chris hid in the den and watched the five hunters shooting and chasing Harter down.
He couldn't believe how many men were chasing him. Chris stayed in the den for a long time. He cuddled in the snow of the den and stayed safe. Then, he heard crunching snow coming towards him. A familiar face came into the den. It was Harter's doe friend.
"Chris... All is safe now. You have to go home."
"Where's Harter?"
The doe didn't answer. Then, Chris knew... The hunters had caught the prey. Chris stood up and walked down to the house, alone. His friend was dead. He shut his eyes tightly and shed tears. Chris went down the path as the snow began to fall. The doe was watching Chris from the distance feeling hopeless.
Chris reached home. William was standing at the brink of the frozen water with Linda. They looked at their son with smiles, but Chris only turned and hid his face. William then knew, "Linda... I think Harter... got caught."
Linda started to cry. Chris went into the house, up to his bedroom. He sat on his bed and wept his eyes out. In his heart he felt anger burning. His cold tears went warm to hot. He felt angry that they killed Harter.
"Chris?"
Chris turned to see his father coming in. Chris said, "They killed Harter," his voice travelling off to anger.
"Now, now... There's no reason to be mad, son."
"Why not? They killed Harter. They killed Harter... Now his doe has to raise her fawn on her own," Chris looked at his father with anger beaming in his eyes.
William rested his hand on Chris' shoulder, "Death... is common... to all of us."
Chris sighed. He didn't want to say anything. He wrapped his arms about himself feeling the burning fill up his heart. Chris said, "Daddy? What would really happen if we didn't come here?"
William looked up with fright, "Uh... I don't know."
"For sure?"
William felt his son's curiousity growing. He answered, "For sure, yes. Why?"
"I thought that one hunter was familiar. Very familiar."
"Christopher, no..."
"No, really, Daddy! It looked like that man who was banging the van that morning. What would have happened if you didn't lock the car?"
William looked at the wall, feeling speechless. He answered, "We would have lost you."
Chris said, "What happened if I didn't listen to Harter?"
"The man would have caught you... Oh, son!"
William hugged his son tightly. Chris started to cry in his father's shirt. Linda came into the bedroom and cleared her throat. William said, "Chris, you stay here."
William left Chris' bedroom and shut the door. Linda said, "You gave in to his tears?"
"Oh, Linda... He saw the man."
"What man?"
"The man who was banging the car that morning."
Linda gasped and covered her mouth. The shock rose to her eyes, "Do we have to move again?"
"I don't think he saw Chris."
"But if Chris saw him..."
"Linda..."
"What?"
"I will talk to him."
"About what?"
"He's not going to go outside for a long time. I will make a long board which can cover his window and hang up a special lock in case if Chris sees or hears something strange. I am not trusting that man anymore."
"Oh William! Don't imprison him!"
"He will only stay in the house for a few years."
"And school?"
"We will drive him to school and explain the condition of the family to keep him safe."
"Really?"
"Sure."
Linda looked over and felt unsecure. Her son's life was at stake. She nodded, "Okay..."
William entered the boy's bedroom and sat on the bed with Chris, "Son, listen. Your mother and I agree to board up your room for safety. Your door will have a safety lock in case someone breaks into this house. I will go to the warehouse and have a board cut up, I want that window to be covered. That kidnapper is very scary, Chris. We are going to protect you, okay?"
Chris nodded.
"Now the bad news, we will have to take you from the forest for a while as well. Once we know that all if well, we will let you go outside."
Chris felt upset, but it was for his own good. He nodded in agreement with his father.
Christmas had come. Chris woke up in the morning and got up. He didn't feel so excited about Christmas anymore. Linda was frying bacon in the pan in the kitchen. William was reading the newspaper in the living room.
The tree was shining. Chris saw the presents and felt very sad. He haven't seen his brother for a while. He was alone in his bedroom half the day. Now it was Christmas and he felt more alone.
Linda got breakfast on the table and everyone sat to eat. Chris played with his breakfast, after seeing it was his favorite. William started to feel the same fear he felt a year ago. He took a bite of his bacon and gulped quietly, "Hey, son. Wanna open those presents? They aren't going to open themselves."
Chris looked at his father with one hand holding his head up and the other playing withe fork by turning in the egg. He said, "Where's Martin?"
William looked at Linda with fear. Linda sighed as she put her fork down on the empty plate. She put her hands together quietly and answered, "Martin is with the Corcovado family."
Chris looked down at his plate and continued to refuse to eat. Finally, William decided to break the ice, "Let's go open the gifts!"
Linda took Chris' dish and smiled faintly. Chris took his glass of milk and followed his father to the living room. William had to break Chris' icy heart so he found a precious box, "Here son..."
But Chris refused. William looked up at his son with disgrace. The boy just held on to his glass of milk and sipped it lightly. He didn't want to be in the living room, "I'm going to my room..." He left the empty glass on the counter and ran upstairs. William covered his face with his hands, thinking how to bring the boys together... The reports were claiming that the kidnapper was nearby and the police were having a hard time finding him. William had to figure out a way to save his son.
Chris was in his bedroom reading his books. William came into the bedroom and looked at him. Chris looked up and saw his father, but looked into his picture books. William sat down on the bed, "Do you want to talk to Martin?"
Chris looked up, "How?"
William stood up, "Come here. I'll show you."
Chris followed his father to his office where William turned on his computer. Chris was still confused, but William turned on Hangouts and found Michael's name, "Wait a minute. I need to see if he's available."
Chris sat still, trying to figure out what was going on. William turned to Chris a few seconds later and said, "You ready?"
Chris shrugged his shoulders. William moved over and helped his son push the chair over to PC. Chris looked up to see the window. He stared at the window for a while until a familiar voice entered his head, "Chris! BRO!"
Chris turned to see Martin. William was happy to see Chris smile again. The two boys chatted like nuts, until Martin stared at the screen with his jaw dropped. Michael was watching Martin and noticed what he saw.
William said, "Mike, what's wrong?"
Michael answered, "Someone's watching you from the window."
Chris turned and screamed. William stood up and the figure was gone. Martin had his mouth covered in shock. Chris was scared. Linda came bursting into the room, "William?"
William said, "Mike, I got to go..."
"It's okay, leave Chris on..."
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!" Chris was scared now. He felt his anger burning. He frowned and said, "Who was that?!"
Martin raised an eyebrow, "Weren't you just scared a few seconds ago?"
Michael cried, "HE'S BACK!"
Chris turned to see the figure messing with the window. The office door was okay. There was no time to scream. The window opened and the blinds were moved. Michael was crying out for William, but Chris had other plans. He saw a pole in the office. He took the pole and aimed it at the man, not knowing his brother was watching.
The man came INTO the house. He saw Chris and tried to grab at him. Chris growled slightly, he felt his anger burning in his heart. The man got closer to Chris to hurt him. Chris snapped.
The man backed off, "What the what?! Are you now a beast?!"
Chris growled and said, "Get out... now... or else."
The man looked at Chris with his mask still on. He smiled, "Or else what?"
Chris answered, "I'll kill you right here."
Series of gasps entered Chris' ears. He knew his parents were watching because he heard them. He looked at the man as he laughed. Chris threw the heavy pole at the man in the stomach and Chris leaped on top of him.
The man took Chris by the arms, leaving Linda screaming. Chris had to do it, he was used to it, he bit hard on the man's hand! The man screamed for mercy. Chris growled and bit harder and harder. Soon blood flowed from the man's hand. The man screamed, "Get this crazy kid from me!"
William was scared...
Chris held on until he heard a crunch. The man stopped screaming and cried, "This kid is crunching me!"
Chris bit harder. Soon blood flowed like water out of the man. William said, "The police are here!"
The man began to fight. Chris pulled his hand and bit harder, his eyes burning like fire. The man kicked Chris in the chest, making Chirs yelp away. He growled and dove right in, holding a 256 pound man down with his 26 pound body. Chris did the unspeakable! He bit the man on the neck. Everyone was screaming now. Chris pulled away and held on as the police came in. One officer said, "Okay... Which one?"
"The man! That's my son... He's got his anchored!"
Chris didn't let go. When he saw another hand coming, he snapped at it. William cried, "Son, stop! That's my hand!"
Chris stopped immediately. He turned to see the kidnapper screaming, holding his bloody hand up against his neck. Chris looked at his father in shock, "What happened?"
William said, "Are you crazy? You just nearly murdered a man in my house and you don't even remember?!"
Linda said, "The boy is young."
"Chris Kratt! That was awesome!"
Chris looked up to see Martin again. He had on a huge smile, "Where did you fight like a dog?!"
Then Chris came to the thought, "It's got to the wild man in me... Dad?"
"Yyeeeaah?"
"I'm sorry... I can't control it... It just happens."
William took a deep breath, "You are still young and still at great ease. Remember son, don't let your anger get the best of you."
Chris smiled and looked at Martin, "I got awesome news, Martin. I was told that I am going to be a wild man!"
Martin beamed, "Did I just witness some of that power?!"
Chris blushed. Then, suddenly, Aviva came into the scene. She had the same green blanket with her. When she saw Chris, she hopped on the same chair as Martin and stared at Chris. Chris felt like a hero just looking at her.
Martin said, "I got to go, little bro. Don't forget to talk to me!"
The screen went black. Chris went to see what was going on. The police officer looked at Chris and knelt and smiled, "You are a brave child. No one would ever do like you just did today."
Chris smiled and blushed. After the dust settled, Chris took a look at the presents and saw one blue box. He took it and saw his brother's name on it. Chris smiled and opened it quickly. Inside was the same doll that was in the tan van. Chris cuddled it close to his chest. It looked like Aviva when he saw her six months ago. He looked in the box and saw more than just the doll. He saw a picture of the Corcovado family with Martin. He chuckled how he and one girl were the oddballs because everyone had black hair but those two had blonde.
Chris looked again and saw a box... a familiar box. He picked it up and saw a note. He ran to his mother, "Mother, look!"
Linda read the note, "We went into the burnt house and I found your animal figures. They survived the fire."
Chris beamed. He ran into his father's office and danced holding the gifts from Martin, "Something survived that house fire!"
William smiled. Chris was smiling. He ran upstairs holding the items, he knew there was still more. He put the ash filled animals on the bed and ran to Martin's box and found more stuff. Chris couldn't understand why so much, but later to find out that the Corcovado family showered him with their love as well.
He found something strange. He picked it up and looked over it and saw a box... a purple box. He opened it to reveal a special locket. He found out it can be opened and saw pictures of himself as a baby... with two other babies. He figured it was Wilma... and Aviva. He fell from heaven when he thought about her. He lay on the floor and opened other box, a smaller one. He had so fun, feeling his wild self growing inside. He can control himself!
He looked outside, the doe was coming for him. Chris reached and touched her face. The doe smiled at Chris and turned to show a wolf. By her side was a litter of wolf pups! Chris was so excited. The mother said, "They were born a while ago. But today they can run around. This here is Moonbeam."
Chris picked up the pure white wolf and smiled, "She's wonderful."
The mother smiled, "They all are wonderful."
Chris snuggled the wolf and felt his life better. He went into the house to introduce the cub to his mother. Linda smiled, "She's beautiful, Chris."
Chris went to the tree to show it, but there happen to be one more gift in Martin's box. He put the cub down and Moonbeam decided to play with the ribbons with her siblings. Chris saw the item. He couldn't make it out. He took it to his mother, who recognized it, "Why, that's Aviva's... locket. I'm surprised... It must have been a mistake. She could've dropped it in the box."
Chris opened the locket as the mother called the Corcovado family. He saw something which made his heart rend. The photos inside were HIM! Him as a child and her together. He was like so happy to see her. So happy to be with her...
Chris shut his diary and blushed. He had found the lost diary and smiled. He couldn't believe the locket was used as a bookmark. He put his diary on his bed ad stood up and smiled, "I can't believe I remembered all that." Chris swirled around, feeling freedom in his heart. Everything that day was great. Martin got married, and now he had found his crush, and diary.
Chris lay on the bed and shut his eyes and remembered all that day. He opened his diary to see the locket which fell at his lap. He took it and walked to the HQ.
The gang was tired from the wedding that morning. Aviva was standing looking at papers, Chris said, "Aviva. Look what I came across in my old stuff."
Aviva turned, "I really need to get my mind of busy stuff. What you got?"
"Well, look."
Aviva took the locket which had her name engraved on it. She looked up at Chris, "Where did you find this?"
"It was in my Christmas box from your family and Martin. I kept it and put it in my diary. I found my diary while cleaning and I have been reading it. The locket was a bookmark in the diary."
Aviva grew excited, "I lost this locket and it ended up with you!" Then, she blushed, "But it has pictures of you and me... together."
Chris blushed, "You remember it that well?"
Aviva blushed as Chris took the locket and clipped it about her neck. It glistered in the light. Chris raised his hand to her chin and smiled at her. Aviva answered, "Yes. I remember it so well. I went nuts when I lost it. My father took me that if I don't find it, I was to be grounded."
"Well, you're not grounded."
Aviva took Chris' hand feeling his touch on her face. She smiled, "What else do you have that was mine?"
"Though we had that house fire... Come with me."
Chris took Aviva to his bedroom and took out the box and showed the doll. Aviva took it, "My mom would make these and sell them. We found this one in the tan van. Well," She blushed redder, "I asked my parents if we could give it back to you."
Chris pushed the doll back to Aviva, "It's almost, well, Valentine's Day. It's yours."
Aviva beamed, "Really?! Thank-you... I - I never felt so... loved in my life."
Chris took his diary, "Remember when our mothers would cuddle us before bed and sing that song?"
"Our song..." Aviva felt her eyes growing brighter, "I remember how you mother always rub your face to get you to sleep."
Chris smiled, "Yeah... I remembered that to. Hey, wanna read with me? It's not bad not to read other people's diaries when they ask you."
Aviva beamed, "I would love to, CK."
Chris sat up, "Come over here. Remember what our mothers always say..."
"Cuddle up closer," Finished Aviva, as she went under Chris' arm and cuddled up to him. Chris opened his diary and began to read from the beginning what had happened. He could feel his cheeks burn and he could tell Aviva was burning. They never stopped smiling that night. Aviva fell asleep under his arm eventually. He went over to the window and looked out. The stars which were aligned like a deer standing tall, Chris smiled, "Thank-you Harter... for all you have done."
Was it Chris dreaming or did the star that was the eye wink at him? Chris watched up in the stars as the shooting stars began, "Aviva, wake up. It's a shower of stars tonight."
Aviva woke up, "What?"
"A shower of stars tonight."
Aviva stood up and looked out the window. Each shower she would look at Chris and they nod once and close their eyes to wish. Later, Chris would wrap his arm about her, Aviva would smile as he rest his head on her shoulder. She watched the sky, remembering that first night after sixteen years of being separated, she and the wild man were sitting together under the stars and talking of old times. Chris said, "I'm retiring for the night."
"Are you sure? I was having a good time."
Chris smiled, "Hey, we need sleep. How 'bout you spend the night with me?"
Aviva blushed as she cuddled up to Chris, "Okay, I guess."
Chris smiled and rested his head on Aviva, feeling the night's sleep calling his name...