Elora's point of view:

The car pulled into the yard of a small house at the end of the street. Flynn and I walked towards it, coming to the door and knocking on it. I was a little afraid to know who was inside. Flynn and I shared a glance before we saw the door open widely.

The man who came in looked as if he wasn't much older than my mother. He was average height, with light blonde hair and eyes almost the same colour of green as my mother. She and him almost looked like they could be sister and brother. However, I had no idea who this man was. I had never seen him in my life. Who was this strange man that looked like my mom?

"Elora Horowitz. You have no idea how excited I was to see you," he said to me. I stared at him, confusedly. How did he know who I was? He must've been close to my parents, but I had never seen him. How close could he be to not ever see them and to never meet me? Usually, my parents's friends met us at some point or another.

"Yes, uhm, if I may ask, who are you? I mean, my mother said you were close with my parents but I've never seen you before," I asked. He chuckled and nodded his head as he placed his gentle hands on my shoulders. He gave off the same sort of friendly aura my mother gave off as well.

"Excuse me, I forgot that you haven't met me yet. I'm Doctor David Canmar. Although, your parents would've known me as lieutenant Canmar. It's been a while since I've seen them," he explained. Canmar, that name was awfully familiar. I feel like my parents may have spoken about him once or twice. I remember them talking about a friend of theirs becoming a doctor of archaeology after the Cuban Revolution. Could this be the man they were talking about?

"In archaeology? If so, my parents have definitely talked about you," I asked. He laughed and nodded his head. So this was the renowned man of Archaeology? I had never heard them speaking his name before. Maybe I had just missed it as I barely listened to conversations I wasn't part of. I couldn't believe this was him, just proving my parents had all different kinds of friends.

"That's right. Please come in, I'll be happy to tell you more inside," David said to us. We nodded and walked in to the house. It was modernly made in decor, and looked as though he was upper-middle class. This was usually what came with being a doctor in any sort of field. He led us into the living room and sat us down as he went to the adjacent kitchen to make us some drinks.

"I never used to be a doctor. I had my heart set on the military, prospering the same as your mother and father did. I had a change of heart in the fifties as I fought in Cuba for Fidel Castro. After I had my children, there was no need to fight anymore. So I went into what I had always loved, and that was in the field of archaeology," he explained to us. He came back into the living room with two bottles of Coke for us. It felt like it had been forever since I had had one of these.

"You fought for Castro? I thought that he hated Americans?" Flynn asked as if fascinated by what David was telling him. David chuckled and nodded in agreement as he sat back in one of the armchairs in the living room.

"He certainly did. My wife is from Cuba so that was what had me helping. She had close ties with Castro, and when he needed help defeating Batista, well I stepped in. Your father and mother helped as well, in case you didn't know," David explained. I knew they had fought there but my parents didn't tell anyone about it. They barely told of their war stories, not believing in taking work home. We always had to guess what they did.

"That's fascinating! Your wife, is she still with you?" Flynn asked. I let out a small laugh. Flynn had never been so anointed with interest in someone. He must really have an admiration for the Cuban Revolution.

"Absolutely. She's not here right now, she is in Portugal with her uncle. We met there when she immigrated there in the early fifties. My children are all here at their own homes," he replied. I nodded and saw the picture on the mantle of what must have been him and his children and wife. There were four of them, three boys and a girl. His wife was beautiful, and could definitely been seen as Cuban.

"She's lovely, gorgeous, all of them are," I said as I pointed to the picture. He turned his head and smiled as he looked at the frame in nostalgia. His head turned back to us with the same smile he had. He was definitely like my mother. Always smiling and eyes were constantly bright.

"Thank you. You'll never know triplet boys until you have them. My little girl was the last of them. All of them are on their own now, grown and with their own children and spouses. It's odd to see all that time pass. I remember when I was their age. I would've been fighting with your parents in the war around the time," he explained. Just to think that my parents fought with this man in two wars was amazing. I didn't even know he existed and he played such a massive part in their lives during the wars.

"Is that why you took us in? Because you fought with my parents during the war?" I asked. He smiled and left the chair, walking around the living room and spying out at the pictures sprawled across his walls. Most of them were of him and his family or other people he had met during his travels.

"I met your father and mother in the Second World War, and I fought with them in Cuba. During and after these times, they remained the truest friends I ever had. I travelled the world with archaeologists from work, excavating old mines and tombs, meeting people of foreign tribes and groups. The whole time your parents were my friends. They would do anything for me if I needed it, and I would do the same. Which is why I took the offer quick when they called me about you," he explained to us. Flynn and I stole a glance from each other and grinned at the same time. To think I had never met such a fascinating man.

"You have no idea how thankful I am for letting me stay here. We would've been lost if you hadn't," I said to him. He nodded and took my hand in his as he bent down from where he stood.

"Don't worry about it. Now, you better get settled. Your room is just up the hallway to the left. And I've another thing I want to show the two of you. It's for safety measures," he explained. I nodded and thanked him as Flynn and I made our way down the hallway and to the bedroom David had set up for us.

"This has been quite the day. Meeting him and all," I said as Flynn shut the door behind him as he entered the room. He was looking at me with an admirable, attractive face that I missed so much. I hated fighting with him, even if we made up quickly.

"He's interesting. I'll have to talk to him at some point in time," Flynn replied. I nodded and smiled as I got the bed ready. We didn't really think we would get here so late, and now the both of us were quite tired. All that was left was dinner and then we could get some much needed sleep. Talking to David would surely make the time go by fast.

Flynn and I got settled and then left for the kitchen. We found David in there, serving what seemed to be an intricate meal placement. I saw a baked Turkey and mashed potatoes. I saw salad and peas and carrots. On the countertop, I glimpsed the sight of a beautiful lava cake seeping with chocolate sauce. I could not wait to eat that. How had he managed to cook all that? He must've been working all day on it.

"I hope this'll be good for dinner. As a welcome, I wanted to make something nice. Not to mention I like things that keep me busy," David said as he had the table set with the plates organized on the table. Flynn and I held hands as we walked to the table and David sat us down together.

"This is perfect. You must have slaved away all day!" Flynn exclaimed. David chuckled and shook his head as he sat at the head of the table. He clapped in impressive excitement, and motioned for us to begin. I was starving, so I went right for the food when he gave the signal.

We ate in happiness and conversation. Flynn was mesmerized by what David had done in his lifetime, and wanted to hear all the stories he had. David was elated to share his life experiences, and I was glad to listen. David had a lot to tell, and I enjoyed the harmony that came with the talking. To hear all of David's adventures was just one of the methods he had that calmed both Flynn and I and made us forget about the dangers of our lives.

"My favourite excavation was when a colleague of mine and I went to the abandoned jade mines of China. We found so many old artifacts, and it was simply beautiful! I knew then that I was meant for the field I was in. I found so much history, dating back to some of the oldest dynasties of China. We had quite the adventure there," David said, mostly to Flynn, as we sat at the table and ate the dessert he had made us.

"That's amazing. Did you ever go to Egypt? I've always wanted to go there and I've never had the chance," Flynn asked. He was pretty much already finished with his food. I was eating rather slowly. I liked to take my time if I was listening to a story.

"Oh, of course! I went to Cairo in what I believe was 1961. That must have been it. We went through tombs trying to find things they'd missed when that was all the fuss in the thirties. We did not come across much, but I did find a sculpture of what I believe is Rameses the First. That is one of my prized and most valued possessions," he said to Flynn.

"That's fascinating. Do you think that I could see them at some point? I love Egypt, it's one of my favourite places to read about. The history is totally fantastic, and the hieroglyph system is just mesmerizing," Flynn explained. I remembered him telling me when we were in bed a while ago that he loved ancient Egypt and the history. Flynn always said that if he had to go any place, it would be there. I hoped one day I would be able to go on that trip with him.

"Absolutely! In fact, let me get some of them right now. Give me a moment," David replied as he left the table. I let out an exasperated chuckle as he went to the study in the hallway. He dragged out a massive chest and sat it a small distance away from the table so he could present all his findings. The chest itself even seemed like he'd found it in some antique shop all the way across the world.

"Here, this is the sculpture I found," David said as he gently took out a small statue of an Egyptian pharaoh. It was small, long and painted black and gold. The man was sculpted to stand straight with his hands peacefully spread across his chest. Golden tattoos and jewelry was painted onto his ebony skin. All were written in hieroglyphics. It was a gorgeous little statue, and now I knew why he loved it so much.

"That's amazing. What else do you have in there? It looks to me like you have a lot of stuff," Flynn asked. He nodded and motioned for him to come to him. Flynn listened and walked to the chest. Then, David took out two, old looking swords and handed him one. They looked like they had come straight from the fifteenth century, all decorated at the hilt with intricate and beautiful aspects.

"I purchased these when I bartered in Spain. The man that sold them to me stated they were from the Spanish Inquisition. I myself, wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not. So I took them in and examined them. It turned out to be true. These swords are old but just as powerful as they've ever been. Have you ever fought with a sword, Flynn?" David asked. Flynn nodded and spun the sword in his hand for a second.

"Maybe a few times," he replied as he flung the sword quickly as David, who retaliated just as fast. I laughed out loud and clapped as they wielded their swords at each other around the very spacious living room. This was the most fun I had had in such a long time, even sitting at this table and watching them was entertaining for me.

"You're quite the swordsman! I'd like to travel with you and see exactly what you're capable of, young Flynn," David said as they put the swords away and panted from moving so rapidly. Flynn chuckled and nodded as David put the swords back in the chest.

"You'd be pleased, I'd hope. I speak a lot of languages. I could translate," he replied. David seemed interested in this fact about Flynn. That was one thing I adored about him. Although he was athletic and very physical when it came to fighting, he never gave up on his intelligence, and did his best to have it as pristine as he could.

"Really? I speak French and Spanish, because did my wife. I've wished that I could learn more, but I haven't found a lot of time. What languages do you speak Flynn?" David asked. Flynn chuckled and thought for a moment as he glanced at me flirtatiously.

"Yiddish, Spanish, French, German, Vietnamese, Mandarin, Italian, German, Portuguese and Swedish. Of course, English as well," he replied. I watched as David's eyes widened in impressive surprise. I could tell these two were going to be friends, even after all this ended, if it would that is.

"My God! You know your languages! I say, how did you manage to find all the time to do so?" David asked. Flynn shrugged his shoulders and laughed a little modestly.

"When you're a commander of an army, you need to find things to pass the time. Not to mention, my father made me learn French. He was a firm believer in knowing a second language. I just kept going after that, I loved it so much," Flynn replied. He was an impressive man, I had to admit this much. As stubborn and abrasive as he was at times, he was still very intelligent and compassionate. That, I could not be more thankful for.

"That's very interesting. You and I will have to talk more. Until then, I think it's time for all of us to get some sleep. Do we agree?" David asked. I nodded and stepped off the chair and left the table. Flynn agreed and thanked David for such a wonderful night. I thanked him as well, and with our goodnights we all retired to our bedrooms for the night. I had had a lot to process tonight, but it was all amazing.

Flynn and I were lying in bed, ready to get some sleep. We decided that we'd relax for a while before then, just to talk for a little. I was glad for it. He and I never had the chance to talk on our own since we arrived at David's. There was so much stimulus that we didn't get the chance to do so. So, we spoke as we held hands in bed, the darkness of the night and room illuminating the white of the moon outside.

"Can I ask you something?" Flynn said as we lay there in calmed quiet. We had plans to talk but we were both on our way to dozing off and falling asleep in each other's arms. That was the best way to fall asleep for me.

"Of course. What's on that beautiful mind of yours?" I asked. My eyes were shut and my voice was serene. Flynn's small chortle was just as collected and calm. Slowly, we were both falling into the oblivious we had desired since the start of this day.

"I've been thinking about us for a while. About how much I love you," he said to me. I loved it when he said he loved me. It was like being released into this paradise every time he spoke three words. Who knew that words could be so influential to the human soul?

"I love you too," I said to him. I wanted to say more but I was just too tired to make a massive statement on just how important he was to my sanity. I was sure he knew that if he wasn't around I would go absolutely senile.

"Do you really?" He asked. I nodded as he sat up a little and looked me in the eyes. I opened them up when I saw he was staring at me.

"Of course I do. More than life itself," I replied. There was a short pause before he said the words that changed my life forever.

"Marry me then."