Yeah! I finally updated for all of those who have been hanging onto my every last word! This chapter is just a nice, quaint piece about Henri and her grandfather, Indiana. I've never written one this long before so if it sucks, let me know. I take all types of criticism.

I ran out my dad's office quickly so he wouldn't see my tears. He was going to leave me again. We both knew it; he didn't love me. He didn't want me around. That's why he was always leaving me.

I opened the door that welcomed me to my crying room. This cramped closet had become the room that I often found myself in. I pulled a tissue box out that I kept in there in case of emergencies like the one I was having.

I tried to cry quietly and I guess I failed miserably when a knock came at the door. I suddenly became quiet. Whoever it was would probably leave soon. But the door opened and it was my grandfather.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked. I didn't want to answer so I just stared up at him with big, brown eyes. Please leave, I thought. I didn't want to talk about what had just happened.

My grandfather was stubborn and inched his way into the closet, closing the door behind him. He fell to the floor and smiled at me. "What's wrong?" he could be very annoying at times like this.

"Nothing," I just wanted to be alone.

"Don't give me that BS," he never swore around me. "Tell me," he commanded gently. When I was with him, I felt protected and relaxed. He could understand me in ways my grandmother couldn't and my father never would.

"Well you and Dad are going on the dig next week and I just feel like he is always leaving me behind; away from the adventure that you used to tell me in those stories. I just wish I could experience that."

"Oh…. I understand now," I truly believed he did. "You feel distant, don't ya?"

"I guess I do," It finally came to realization. "Did he want me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Like did he really want a daughter or was he hoping for a boy?"

"That is one question that has never crossed my mind, to tell you the truth. But I didn't think he cared."

"But if he had a boy, wouldn't it be easier to take me on the digs?"

"It might be, but I don't think he would want anyone else but you." I smiled at that. It was hard not to believe something like that was true when it came from the person I loved the most.

He looked up into the closet and pulled a Fedora from a shelf. "What's that?" I asked.

"This is my hat that has been on my all the adventures in those stories I've told you about."

"You mean they are all true?" I had always wished they were true.

"What makes you think they aren't true?" He looked insulted.

"Dad always said they weren't."

"He's just jealous that he didn't get to go on them. But this hat, well it did go on those adventures; it almost like a character of its own in those stories." A smirk came across his face. "This thing here would fall off of my head so many times but I always rescued it in the nick of time. It was almost like my right-hand man; oh and my whip too." His smirk had now become a full-fledged smile.

"I remember that," I laughed, remembering. He held the hat in his hands for another moment. I watched him as he took in every crease and wrinkle there was. He looked up to see me staring at him. He smiled once more before putting the hat on my head.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Tons," I smiled, "Thanks."

"Any time, kid. Now can we please get out of this closet? It is really cramped."

"Yeah. I think I'm starting to get claustrophobic." We both laughed at that and left my crying room. I closed the door silently; thankful the coast was clear and made a dash for my room.

"Oh, and Henri," I turned to look at my grandfather. "I want the hat back by tonight."

"Fine," I put a lot of sarcasm into that and pretended to act mad and we both laughed. Sometimes I wished he was my father.

Yet again I have gotten my best inspiration for Christmas music. Hehe. I'm making my parents really annoyed at me.