The laughter of the camp rises high above the heartlands, the bright glow of the fire illuminating the party celebrating Sean's return. You lean against Pearson's wagon, whiskey in hand as you watch the gang, Sean's off-key, slurred singing cutting above the other voices. For a second, you close your eyes and just..listen. To the only family you know. To their joy. A small sigh leaves your lips and you lean back further. Across the camp, sitting by the fire, Charles' eyes are fixed on you.