Michael couldn't get back to sleep after Jersey had woken him less then fifteen minuets ago. He really wasn't the type to stay back and let others do the work, but for the past two weeks it seemed like every night they all had to haul into the trucks and look around the fields for hours for whatever problem was reported...which meant most of the time was really nothing.

Tonight he just wanted to relax, it was a crisp star lit sky out...and nothing seemed better, then to lay next to one of the camp fires and drop off for the night.

But he now felt uneasy, and couldn't lay still.

For a while he went around to the different tents and trailers, saying hello to the teams and close friends he had made during the past five years, then walked to the food tent and sat him self down at one of the many long fold up tables, and put his feet up on the chair beside him.

The gas and string lights lit everything up with a dim orange glow. Some of the children had found sparklers and were running back and forth through the tall milk grass, waving them around...making them look like tiny fire flies out in the distance of the night.

Michael's nose filled up with the scent of burned fire power, and crisp apple pie, which was cooking for breakfast the next day in one of the other tents.

It was still very late, but then again the whole team did tend to stay up...even until dawn, which was Michael's favorite part of the day...it reminded him of Ana.

He looked around at everyone, and smiled...everyone knew each other, it seemed almost like a close drawn in town, the type you only see in movies.

A table beside him was chalked full of old bucks, playing a good ole' game of poker, the greasy playing cards were laid out as they sipped ice tea.

"Day dreaming again?"

Michael snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Utopia, she had on jean shorts and a long sleeve sweat shirt, her long blond hair fell into her wide blue eyes and at that moment Michael knew she looked just like an angle.

He smiled as she took a seat across from him.

"Like theirs not anything better to do?"

She smiled and then shoved across a paper cup filled with steaming hot black coffee, hers was half way finished.

"Thanks." He said as he took a sip and started to relax even more.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Yeah, Jersey woke up...are they back yet?"

She looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd of tents.

"Doesn't look it?" She turned back.

"But then again, I guess we both have the same problem."

"And that would be?"

"Sleeping."

He smiled

"I'll drink to that."

Just then, while they were in the middle of talking back and forth...the roar of the trucks came from the other side of camp...right away people started to turn and walk towards them.

Michael and Utopia both looked from the table and then turned towards each other.

"You think something's wrong?"

She shrugged

Both then got up and walked across the camp, when they reached the trucks they were all lined up, people kept crowding around and asking what happened.

Michael caught sight of Jersey, standing with a few others, Utopia and him hurried over.

"What's wrong?"

Jersey and the others looked tired, worn out...almost as if they had just seen hell.

"A biker's raid...over near the East barn." "We found a boy, eighteen, maybe twenty...beaten to death...he died on the way over."

Utopia gasped and then covered her mouth.

"He was traveling both a young boy...name's Hunter."

"Where is he?"

"Still in my truck, He won't get out...we're trying to get some of the women to take him over to the medical tent and get him checked over."

"Was the guy his father?"

"No, he said his parents are dead, I'm guessing they were just traveling."

The news hit Michael like a brick, after all this madness in the world, their were still people in the world, out to cause pain and kill at any cost.

"Where their is no more room in hell, the dead shall walk the earth."

He closed his eyes and sighed.

Jersey brought the two of them over to the truck where the boy was, still sitting in the cab with the door open, his dirty and pale face looked blank, silent tears ran down.

The second Michael took sight of the boy something happened, he really couldn't explain it, seemed like an odd feeling that made his stomach turn and his heart beat faster, something about that boy...just something, he couldn't put his finger on it.

A few girls were standing around the truck, they gave Jersey a look and told him he wouldn't get out.

Jersey thanked them, and him and Michael walked to the open door of the cab and stood there, both looking down at him.

"Hunter?" Jersey's voice cracked, and then looked at Michael, their eyes locked and both really didn't know what to do, the boy's face seemed so blank and alone.

Michael then took a turn, this time he knelt down to eye level of the boy, and cleared his throat.

"Hello Hunter, my name's Michael...over here is my friend New Jersey...who's that you got there?"

Jersey saw that the boy's puppy dog back pack was now with him again, one of the women must have given it back to him once they stopped.

The boy at first didn't say anything, but Michael kept looking at him with his soft gray eyes and then something flickered.

He looked down.

"Mr. Buttons."

"Mr. Buttons huh?" "That's a nice name, huh Jersey?"

Jersey saw that Michael was starting to reach the boy.

"Yeah." He said with an empty voice.

Michael then looked at the boy, his eyes...something about his eyes.

"Is Mr. Buttons okay, is he hurt?"

The boy slowly shook his head.

"What about you...do you hurt anywhere?"

"No." "Terry...he's dead."

Michael saw more tears roll down his face, then it hit him...Terry?

"Terry, was that the man you were with?"

Hunter nodded.

Then Michael took a second, he thought about it...Terry made it to the boat, he saw him, and five years later...would made him twenty-four.

But the thought flashed out of his mind.

Utopia cut in before he could even say anything, she put her arm around the boy and smiled down at him.

"How about we get you and Mr. Buttons cleaned up, then get you something to eat okay?"

The boy at first didn't say anything, then he raised his head and looked up at her friendly kind eyes and slowly moved off the seat.

Utopia took his hand and looked at the others.

"I got him...don't worry."

She slowly walked off with him towards one of the tents.

Michael was still kneeling there, still caught in a dazed thought.

Then fingers snapped in front of his eyes, he looked up at Jersey who was now leaning against the truck.

"You okay?"

It took Michael a second, and he slowly stood up.

"Yeah..."

He looked off as Utopia and the boy made their way down the hill with a few others.

"Poor kid, I think he's pretty fucked up after what happened...hope he's gonna be okay."

Jersey's voice seemed far away...then Michael looked at him.

"I think he was traveling both a guy I knew."

"What?"

"Back at Crossroads...it can't be." He trailed off...then looked at Jersey's confused face.

"I'm gonna need to see the body, where is it?"

"The medical tent, Michael what..."

But he was cut off was Michael walked off.