Smiling to myself, I try to picture Josh's reaction when I tell him the news.~~~A week laterJosh settles into the seat beside me on the plane."Hey, in...case I forget to tell you later, thank you for bringing me as your photographer."I smile back saying, "You're welcome. You deserve to come." Josh is a handsome guy, mid-twenties, and has an artist's eye. I do think he has more talent than our veteran photographer, Ian. He just needs more experience. And this might be a rough trip, so I need. I get home, and walk into the kitchen. I see all the dishes drying and the kitchen is all cleaned. I turn into the living room and see PJ, his wife Heather, and Morgan watching a Christmas movie. I say hi, and thank them all again. I head to the main bedroom and see my wife. She was in bed, dead to the world. I grabbed my bed clothes, and some clothes for the next day. I stuff my clothes in the second bedroom and place my night clothes in the bathroom. I walked back to the living room, and said. The man cried out in pain in response. His face was pale and sweat covered, and he looked like he was going into shock. I knew just by looking at him that there wasn’t much time left; he was dying and there was nothing that would prevent that from happening. I needed to ask my questions now.“I’ve got a medic across the way,” I told the man. “She’s got morphine. You’re dying and there is nothing I can do to stop that, but if you answer my questions honestly, I’ll let her shoot you up so that. “You’re needed here.”I scowled at my husband, but his expression was sincere, and he wasn’t wrong. I scratched my nose, thinking furiously. There’s got to be some way... “Faren! He’s not fully healed. He can stay.”Alistair nodded, approaching me cautiously, reaching out to put his hands on my shoulders. Levi turned away, granting us the illusion of privacy. “You’re right – but he can’t do what you do. He’s injured. What’s he going to do if darkspawn attack the tunnel?” He lifted my chin until.