Nothing around him moved – and he found he couldn’t move either. There was no sound, no motion. The pain and rage within him paused – not stoppe..., not ended. It was there, just out of his reach.Into his vision, his youngest sister walked confidently, her eyes questioning. Yren started as he noticed they weren’t her eyes, however. Still the same bluish gray, her eyes glowed in a way they never had before. As he watched, entranced, he realized the glow wasn’t just in her eyes; there was a glow. "That was some dream. Why don't you come downstairs and I'llmake you a glass of warm milk. It will help you sleep."The milk sounded perfect. It would provide a much needed space before Itired to go back to sleep."Just yell if you need me precious," Dad said before shuffling off.I tossed off the covers and rolled out of bed. Mom waited by the dooruntil I was on my feet and could follow her down the stairs. I felt adefinite chill when we reached the bottom floor, proof of the frigidtemp outside.. She then begansoaping up my armpits."Your arms are a bit muscular," she mused as she shaved me, "but Idon't think anyone will notice. "There," she smiled as she wiped of thesoap. "Clean and smooth. Here, let me get that chest hair."I was never a hairy man, just a few strands around my nipples and undermy navel, so that didn't take long to shave. She finished by pluckingthe few strands of facial hair I had.She moved out of my line of vision and returned with a small cooler.Without ceremony, she. "Bitchen."Nick smiled, suddenly worried about Faye getting all... excited.And then coming back here...He had a foreboding feeling creep into his stomach. Nick thought abouthaving some cereal himself, but decided against it as Faye's cheerfulface tore into the bowl of Fruit Rocks.***When Roxx heard the ding of the tablet, she sprung from the bed. Shealways did that now, every tone bringing her one step closer to one ofthe many translations she was searching for.Unfortunately, those translations.