We headed back to the homesite where I found Willy and Ola waiting to greet us. Willy had come over to ask if I would buy game from him. I hadn't thou...ht about how Willy and Ola were going to get by. The only skills Willy had were hunting and trapping, and after he spent the money he got from his last trapping trip what would they live on? The Simeroths had helped them as much as possible, but with the big family they had there wasn't a lot they could spare. When I asked Willy about it, he told. So wear it sparingly, unless you want to get mobbed by the girls! Heh."Also enclosed is something I picked up during my travels in Australia. Inside the box are two pouches." Roger opened the small box, and sure enough, found two pouches. "The contents of these pouches are VERY powerful, so use them sparingly (and wisely) as well. Oh, and I recommend you not even tell your parents I sent them to you, because they would probably get pissed at me." Wow, Roger thought, wondering what they were,. But there was one person that could beat him. A person that was still able to give him a challenge despite his overwhelming prowess.“Again!” Dean slumped on to his bed as the replay of his defeat flashed on the flat screen. It’s not that he didn’t like losing. He was never a sore loser. He just preferred not to. With his left hand he moved the joystick to the rematch option without even looking. His eyes were still closed; still analysing the previous fight and searching for loopholes in his. I was feeling torn. Torn between what he had done to my family and the fact that he was my grandfather. I wanted to talk to him, to know him better, but from the chaos I had seen in his mind before the clarity of how my parents had died, I wasn't sure if he would or even could talk coherently. Still, there was one thing I had to do. I may not have been able to help put his mind back in order, but I could still help my family. I needed his memories of where they were.Just before the paramedics.