Lauralye returned late that night with dirt of her face clothes. She smiled at Robert and placed his helmet and small box on the bed. She climbed on the bed and placed a hand on his chest, shaking him a little, "Robert," She said quietly, waking him.

When he saw what she had done, she smiled, "Apparently, it isn't that hard to track down a little boy and his things...." She picked up his helmet, "Especially, when they are so unique."

She hopped off the bed and removed her hat and looked at her clothes, "Goodness me, I need a bath..."