Francis and Arthur walked inside their daughters house. The two had taken the first ship to America they could find after hearing the American Civil War had ended. They needed to check on Alfred and Alex. They had already checked on Alfred and he seemed to be alright.

Arthur's motherly instincts kicked in when he heard crying coming from his daughters room. He quickly ran to her room, Francis following close behind. The two found Alex curled up into a little ball on her bed, sobbing. Francis and Arthur hurried over to their daughter, Arthur hugging her tightly and Francis lightly rubbing her back. Alex eventually calmed down and curled up.

Arthur kissed the top of Alex's head. "Your moving in with your papa and I." he decided.

Alex only nodded, sitting up. Arthur gave his daughter another tight hug as he got up. Francis picked his little angel up like he did when she was little. He then carried her out, Arthur following them.

She was safe with her parents, they would never hurt her like a certain brother of hers.