-- Four Years Later --
Rourke straightened from where he was bent over the anvil, just finishing the final set of shovel-heads for his former employer. I've certainly had a change, haven't I? Never before would I have thought I'd do this in a million years. He left the small forge he'd built in the woods behind their home and entered the house. "Hey! Done for the day, you two! Up for a little trek for dinner?"