"The house in front of her was an impressive old rectangular block with square towers at each corner, its blunt ruggedness emphasised by the numerous ...any-mullioned rectangular windows. The decoration was completely classical, with superimposed pilasters, round-arched niches, and classical balustrades. The pilasters and half columns had raised bands across their middles, and the gables crowning the corner towers were decorated to suggest leather straps. It was set on a hillside in. He looked around before grabbing his bag and rifle and starting further into the forest.Eric had been in stressful situations before. He had only been four when everything changed and his parents and a few other families on his street ran away to try and fight back against the newly established Reign that had taken control of seemingly the entire world. As he and the other children grew up, they were taught the normal subjects like English and Math. But they also were trained in survival. The promise he had made to her, without telling her, was no longer on top of Baglian’s mind when the effect of grane wore off. Because at that time he had no longer been worried, his plan had worked to perfection. Majgen had come to truly understand, she was not yet sufficiently educated to make therapeutic decisions on her own. —-=(Colours)=—- Majgen studied a blue picture, hanging on a wall in Baglian’s office. It was hand-made. Her mentor had once used one of his own memories of that picture. "Heather said, "I will do what I can though I'm not a doctor, just a nurse."We had come into town this morning in my new ride. Previously, I had liberated a diesel Ford SUV. It was a monster but used diesel which was lasting better than gasoline. With its four-wheel drive, it could go anywhere and carry a big load. It wasn't subtle but it worked. Linda and Tom had driven in their Chevy Tahoe. Linda said, "I guess you can haul them. We're going to get some gas and head home." The three of us.