Dutch van Der Linde had been taken orphaned kids in for awhile. He had taken Arthur in and soon he had John and you.

He watched intently as you and John tussled on the ground. It was much more than some play fighting. It was getting progressively more aggressive as time went on.

He finally stood up and took action when John got a bit too rough on you. Your nose was bleeding badly and Dutch quickly walked over, cradling you like a baby. “Darlin’…” he sighed, wiping some blood from your nose.