"You can't be serious! He is five years old, what would he do out there?!" Exclaimed Henry's mother, She was a tough looking woman with brown eyes and hair cut to her shoulders. "It's not my words Bea it's the Lancers!" Said the father, he was a rather bulky man with brown hair and gray eyes. He served many years in the military but was discharged after a battleship crashed. "I won't give him up Trey! And neither should you!" She yelled as she grabbed the boy and slammed the door behind them. "Sorry about that Henry, Mommy just wasn't feeling well." she whispered to him in a cute voice. "Are they going to take me away mommy?" Tears welled up in Henry's eyes. "No pumpkin, they won't." She also had tears in her eyes.
