Soul woke up in the midst of his house. his wounds had be reverently healed. His father waiting by the door. with his Sword protecting his son. ah the daily business. in the helsing household. his mother was brewing a Soup and adding potions into it and his father was reorgainising his weapons for another quest Soul smiled as he removed his hat out of respect. his green eyes Glistened happy'ly in the lantern light a look of pain flashed across his face, before he went downstairs smiling and and whistling a 4 note tune. 
today was a great day