Rick sat at the edge of his bed. His wife, Evie sat up under the covers, a book open on her lap.

"I just...I don't know...she reminds me of you actually," he told her, removing his boots and belt.

"And he's been acting like you more and more these days," Evie said. "You think he's like me, well you should see how much he yearns for adventure and glory like you."

"Adventure and glory? Is that what I have?" Rick snorted.

"You may not notice it, but he looks up to you still. Maybe even more so now than before. You're his father. You need to guide him in the right direction. Tell him that we'd like to meet this girl," she suggested.

"Alright, Evie. I'll tell him, first thing in the morning." Rick climbed into bed beside his wife.