Rachelle sighed as she stepped into the large ranch house. Matthew followed closely behind. Inside was chaos. Without taking a moment to breathe she shouted; "Eddie, stop scaring Sas. Tommy, a word. Al, vien ici." The four young men named nodded. "Everyone under 18, bed." And so, most of the youths filed of to bed. The boy who had shown up at the meeting walked over to the young woman. "Yes, sister?" his voice showed he was nervous. He knew his sister could and would give him a tongue lashing if she felt it necessary. He looked down shyly. She lifted his chin to look in his eyes. "W'y couldn't Tommy 'ave dealt wid de axe?" She asked worriedly. "Oh...well, it was close to an artery and it made me nervous. Brother isn't a doctor, so I was afraid he would do it wrong. Sorry." he explained. She sighed. "Neider am I, Al. At least no MD. You know comming in wid dat axe scared your mum." He nodded. "She might come over later. Okay, you are dismissed." She said. Just then a hand grabbed Rae's bottom. A second later, the offender has a sword at his neck. Rae scowled at the blond she was threatening. Her twin brother. "Dieu, Tommy. Do you 'ave a death wish?" "With you? Any time, Rachey." He jeerred. She scowled. "Tommy. Were you not watching de kids?" "Of course!" "Den w'y did Al get 'urt and w'y were de twins still up at 11?" She asked showing him her watch which read 11:18. "Rachey, I don't think its the end of the world if Sas and Al stay up until 11." "I meant Trevor and Mindy!" The room was getting warmer and the air was getting thick. "There are three sets of twins, Rachelle. You need to be more specific!" "Oh. Oui. Because I clearly meant us or the 18 year olds, Thomas. Think for once! dey're eight!" Matthew groaned and went to another room, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. The two 19 year olds continued to yell at each other. "Physically! They're not actually eight years old! Technically, they're older than you!" "Dey are mentally eight, so treat dem like eight! dey 'ave school tomarrow!" the air was very hot and thick now. Some small things were on fire. Rae's long blond hair was one. Tommy's hair was whipping around in the strong wind. He hit her in the boob. She hit him in chest. He kicked her in the gut. She slapped him across the face. He grabbed a plate that was nearby, and smashed it over his twin's head. She growled and you could hear the sound of something large lighting in fire. "Brother, sister!" The little ones yelled at the same time. "Your bed is on fire."