Padme stood in the doorway of the small hut we called home and stared in distaste, "What is wrong with this one?"

She folded her arms over his chest and did not look at all pleased. Whether it was the fact that the youngest one, Matt, lay in her bed, wet, and unmoving from his spell earlier. His wet clothes had soaked the blankets and straw matt and would likely not be dry by nightfall.

Or it could have been Norm-Hoot and Sanderson in the same room. Both men hissing and whispering waving their arms around as they conferred with one another.

Or that it was Briseis that sat by his side and pressed a cool cloth to his head.

Padme was just not pleased at all.

I rose from Briseis's side and crossed the small home we had made ourselves and met her at the door. She spoke in a whisper to me, "Why are they here in our home?"

"The young one got sick."

This answer did not please her, "What if he gets one of us sick? What if he gets Astyanax ill as well? We don't know where these men come from, he could be seriously ill. We also don't know what their intentions are and you brought them in our home."

The guilt she could fill me with was unmatched by everyone around me.

Yet, I was in no mood for her games. "Where is Astyanax?"

"Paris has him."

"Then do not bother yourself with such thoughts. The young man only had a fainting spell, not uncommon."

She gave me a look of pure anger and I returned it. She would not win this one. "I am former Princess of Troy and this is my home. I will say who is and is not granted permission to enter."

The look that passed over her face was not a happy one. Yet, she knew she would not win. Therefore she quieted down and I asked, "What is the reason for you being here?"

"Paris wants you."

Very well then. I turned to Briseis, "I'll be back shortly."

At that the two men looked to me, it was Norm-Hoot who spoke up, "Whoa! Wait one minute Andy."

It was at that moment Padme lost her temper. She yelled at Norm-Hoot, "Her name is Andromache!"

From across the small hut he spat, "What-ev-er her name is, we got questions, lady. The sooner we figure out just why we here, we can leave. A'ight?"

She gave him a look that would have melted gold.

I had enough of her, of him. I simply pointed to Briseis, "She and Padme will be here to answer any of your questions."

Padme immediately spoke up, "I will do no such thing."

There were times I just wanted to hit her. To wrap my fingers around her neck and strangle the woman, but I didn't. I looked to her and told her in a tone I did not realize was my own, "You will stay here and aide Briseis in any way she needs for the care of that man. If these two men have any questions, you will answer them. Now tell me where Paris is."

The name, Norm-Hoot, followed me. He had the audacity to follow me to meet Paris. I did not find any humor in it, nor did he apparently.

With three of four quick strides he caught up with me through the camp quite easily, "Andy. Andy wait, I have to talk to you."

When I did not slow or acknowledge him he grabbed my arm.

I stopped and tore it away from him.

I sent him a glare and hissed, "Do not touch me."

To my amazement he did not stand down. Unlike Paris, and any other man, other then Hector, he did not step back. Instead he told me, "Look, I get it, you're not happy with us bein here. Well we ain't happy bein here either! We want to get back and we want to get back yesterday. We don't belong here lady and we need your help figurin out how we got here, how we get home, and what we need to do to do it."

He was a very passionate man. His plea struck down to my heart.

I looked down at my dirty feet, at his feet, and felt ashamed. I looked back at him and softly answered him, "I am sorry, Norm-Hoot."

"Hoot," he corrected.

Fine, "Hoot, I do not know how you got here or why. If I knew how your could find your way home I would certainly help, but I don't know."