Through the Monsoon, just me and you...

Number of posts : 1888 Age : 40 Registration date : 2007-06-25

Tom paused slightly to check that Marlee was still strapped safely to his chest. He adjusted his grip on the suitcases, wincing. He had Marlee's mother's - Bridgit Michaels, according to her passport - on his good, right arm. On his left arm, tucked into the crook of his elbow, he had William's. He'd slung his holdall over his shoulder. He couldn't find Mikey's.

He realised with relief what he'd found, and dumped the bags down. Marlee gurgled quietly and he gave her a fond smile. It was unbelievable, really, how this little girl, barely hours old, had managed to steal his heart. He sat down and unstrapped her, stroking her mess of black hair.

"Let's get you fed then, eh?"He tugged Brigit's suitcase towards him and unzipped it, finding with relief several tubs of formula milk and a few bottles, as well as clothes for the little girl. He watered down the milk and placed it in the little girl's mouth.

I guess she's mine now...

"I had a puppy." He told her suddenly. "She was a girl too." He dressed Marlee in a little pink romper suit. "But then William and Gabe took her away." He stared towards the entrance of the cave. "Gabe took everything away from me."

Number of posts : 1888 Age : 40 Registration date : 2007-06-25

Tom gently played with her black hair, smiling.

"I wonder if I was born with lots of hair..." He mused. "I don't know. Mikey was. Mikey's always had loads of hair." He grinned slightly and adjusted Marlee in his arms. "Mikey's my best friend." He told her. "He's amazing. He saved my life."

Number of posts : 1888 Age : 40 Registration date : 2007-06-25

Tom frowned. "Let's get you to the river. It'll be easier to keep you clean and feed you there." He started gathering his stuff. "I'm an idiot." He stared tiredly at the two suitcases and one bag he would be taking with him.
I guessed.
"Whoa!" Tom spun around. "What the... Show yourself!"
Down here, dumbass.
The guitarist looked down. Had Pete Wentz snuck into this cave? No, the voice was Irish. Marlee gurgled at him. "You?"
Wow, give the kid a prize.
He raised an eyebrow. "Kid? You're the one in diapers, remember?" Marlee growled quietly and fell asleep. "Great. Now I really am going crazy." He grabbed the bags and made his way out of the cave.