Hans held on to his sister's hand until she was peacefully asleep. He couldn't help but wonder if she really was laying there in front of him. Was this some wonderful dream? He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. I that moment her felt a flood of joy and relief wash over him. His sister was here with him at last and he wasn't going to lose her again.

"I love you Snow White," he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere."

Hans got up and joined Max and Al in the next room. They sat around a large round table filled with dirty dishes, cups, and empty cans. Hans began collecting as many dishes as he could.

"Hans? We're not cleaning dishes till the end of the week." Al laughed watching him work.

"I don't want my sister to think we live like pigs." He answered.

"I hate to break it to you Hans," Al shrugged, "but, we kinda do."

Hans pushed Al's feet off the table as he took one last plat that was under them. 

"We won't as long as she's here." He said glaring at Al.

Max got up to help Hans as they went into the kitchen, leaving Al alone. Al knew Hans was the oldest, but sometimes he wished he wasn't in charge. He got up and walked back into the room Snow was in. He stared at her from the door way, thinking how appropriate her name was, on account of her pale skin. Like the rest of the boys he hasn't seen a girl in a long time. She had on a lot of blankets, but that didn't stop his imagination from filling in the details on how she looked underneath. Feeling like he satisfied his curiosity, he went back to the dinning room and lit up his pipe.