"Let me see my girls! Help me!"

John could only hear the cries of the poor London man as he landed in Liverpool. It made his gut twist. What if it had been him in a bomb vest? Would he have died angry? Afraid?

More people survived for that man's sacrifice... I had no choice but to abandon him... John thought to himself.

He felt even more guilty as his twin girls rushed him, his wife just behind them. John picked them up in a crushing hug, holding them impossibly close.

"My darlings. My beautiful darlings." John mumbled, breathing in their flowery shampoo, "I'll always come home to you. Always."