The screams penetrate the walls. Louder than the sounds of ruin. I hear a scratching at the door. ??Help me please, Robert Rex!? cries a familiar voice. That's little Christopher Rex. In a flash I tear the door open and snatch the child up. Safely returned to the shelter, The image of chaos burns in my eyes. ??Rexina, I can't let them all die!? ??But you said that you'd never let go!? ??I'll come back, I promise you that, But we can fit a few more, I need to take this chance.? ??Just give me this one last embrace.? ??It's not the end, I'm coming back.? But Robert never did come back.