A/N: I reliaze it's been forever since I've updated this but I'm like that, I finish things but in my own time. I think it was worth it though, what I've written here is 100 times better than anything I would have forced myself to write months ago. Also I've done tons and tons of research on a thorough timeline that would fit the fictional life of Goren. Some of what I will write next is just speculation but it seems to fit. Proof I have far too much time on my hands. Let me know what you think.

p.s. I will finish 'Fun Week' at some point too, sorry again.

She woke up initially because she lost the warmth of the covers, then she woke up because she realized she had lost the warmth of him. The room was completely dark except for street light streaming in through the half opened blinds over the window. Blinking the sleep away from her eyes she scanned the room her missing heat source.

He was only wearing his plain white boxers while he was going through the top drawer of his dresser. He was looking for something, what she didn't know. "Bobby? Uh, ar…are you awake?"

He didn't respond he just kept digging like mad through his sock drawer. He found an old cigar box and took it out. He stared at it a moment before he opened it and took out something metallic.

Now she was sitting up in bed watching him with interest and a slight bit of concern. At this point she was convinced that he wasn't in fact awake but sleep walking, or something like it.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when after putting the metallic substance around his neck he spun around to face her. Instead of screaming she let out a small gasp of surprise. His eyes were indeed open but focused someone on the wall above her head. His arms were straight at his side, his back ramrod straight and his feet perfectly placed together.

Silence, for a moment or two, silence, forever it seemed until suddenly, "I am an American Soldier! I am a Warrior and a member of a team! I serve the people of the United States and live the Army Values!" he started to shout, his eyes never faltered from their original point of focus.

He continued as she stared in wonder and surprise, "I will always place the mission first! I will never accept defeat! I will never quit! I will never leave a fallen comrade! I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills!"

She swung her legs over the side of his large bed and softly landed on his smooth but very cold wood floor. Carefully she approached him, she had always heard that if you woke someone up whom was sleep walking that they could have violent fits; she was going to take her chances. He still kept going, "I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself! I am an expert and I am a professional! I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America in close combat! I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life!"

Finally standing just off to the right but almost directly in front of him she saw the sweat on his brow and on his chest, she could see the intensity in his eyes up close, it was something familiar but not quite. She raised her hand and slowly grasped the cool metal dog tags around his neck, they read: (first line) Goren, (second line) Robert O, (third line) 845-67-3906, (fourth line) B+, (fifth line) Catholic.

He was breathing heavy but quiet, she let go off his dog tags and just placed her hand, palm down over his heart. He didn't see his eyes change but she felt him wake under her touch. His shoulders slumped and his head fell down so that his eyes would have been cast on the floor if they hadn't been closed tight. He sighed a big sigh and choked out the last words, "I am an American Soldier."

He slowly fell to his knees into the floor and she fell with him. She held him there on the floor rubbing his sweaty head until the sunlight came through the half opened blinds over the window.