Thread: The next day (Attn: ST for Lil Connor, Any)

Dog is peeking just over they ledg, looking into the room of Connor, and the house, as the boy would stir Dog runs off, to the porch and sits. he keeps looking to the door, as if botherd or hoping for something.

Samara looks out the open door to see Dog. She smiles to him, then puts a finger up to her lips trying to let him know to be as quiet as possible. She motions him to come into her cabin, keeping her finger up to her lips.

Dog walks and fallowing, not makeing a noise even the wood doesnt creak under his feet, Clearly Dog was traind in stealth.

Samara smiles at Dog when he comes into the cabin and whispers.

"You can come sit at the table."

{The paperwork reveals the standard childrens vaccinations, etc. of note is an ECG result that seems to indicate Connor has a heart condition. Even at a resting reading, his heart beats at an accelerated pace. The test was ended prematurely when Connors heart broke 256 bpm. Its clear they seemed forced to take him to a psycho therapist, once a civil lawsuit was forced upon them by the parents of the child who was thrown down the stairs. Again, the paperwork seems inconclusive by the Dr. as the "guardians" wouldnt give consent to full testing. THe Dr.'s report states that while inconclusive, she believes further testing will be necessary to fully diagnose Connors condition, she believes he has what she can only be described as some form of PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.}

As Samara whispers to Dog, clearly such utterances are enough to stir the sleeping child. He grunts for a moment and shifts in his sleep, clearly plagued by a bad dream. His moans of negativity take form and word as he screams out, his fists clenched and his body rigid with power...

Dog is Desensitized to Conners grons and whales he sits motionless wating as if for further instruction, For Dog this is what life and sleep is like for boys like Connor and himself, this is why he was put in a cage.

".........."

Samara rushes over to Connor's side, kneeling on the side of the bed she cups his face. She whispers to him "Connor. It's okay, mommy's here." She starts to rub his arms, and takes his hand in hers. "Mommy's here baby, just hold my hand."

Tears stream down his face, though he is clearly locked in a nightmare. He screams lashes out, hitting Samara in the face with all his might. The free hand continues to smack and beat upon her, though she holds the other locked down. His strength is astonishing for such a young boy, and Samara finds herself applying no small measure to restrain the other hand. He seethes and growls like a small boy full of rage and anger.....then, he goes limp...his eyes having rolled in the back of his head, drolling upon himself...