Erorn was beginning to take James' advice. He stood in front of the mirror working on loosening up and he began to think back to the happiest memory he had from when his parents were alive. He remembered one winter when he was about five when his parents took him to the mountains. He remembered playing in the snow with them, then cuddling around the fire with his mom and a big cup of hot cocoa. He felt himself relax as he remembered, his smile came naturally, his eyes brightened and he truly looked like a pure and innocent child. "Going to town sounds like a great idea, Daddy." His voice was lyrical. As James stood up the thunder and lightning began and the loud noise startled Erorn. He jumped and threw his hands to his ears. He was able to suppress his whimpering, but the innocent expression on his face was replaced by one of frustration and irritation. The noise was like a knife in his ears.