You loved archeology. You loved the animals, the plants, the insects, everything. You were six, and already able to pronounce big words that your parents couldn't. It was really a gift.

Rorke was left to babysit you and he acted the way he always did. Pretending to be bored and hate the fact he even had to be around you, but none of those feelings were true. He clearly cared enough about you to buy fake dinosaur fossils and burry them all around the woods.

He sent you out there with your dino book and little shovel, all the fake fossils were marked with a bullet, with every fossil you found, Rorke got his bullets back. Win-win.

He followed you around as you dug up the fake bones and tried figuring out which dino it belonged to. You also gave him so cool looking rocks that he stashed in his pockets that he'd secretly put in his window sill later.

"Havin fun, kid?"