The light of the afternoon sun fell on Raphael's face, who was fast asleep. He could only sleep this morning, because there were some creatures, who boldly broke through the border and made a fuss last night. So he and Calleb had to take care of the matter personally, and he was only able to go home after solving that ridiculous problem, which dragged all night long.
But, as a father of a four- year- old son, a curious and impatient little boy, of course, noon was not the ideal time to rest.
"Mom, why is dad still sleeping?" Edgar asked, jumping up and down on the kitchen floor, in front of Lana, who was busy preparing lunch for them. "I want to play with daddy," the little boy whined to his mother. He was displeased that Raphael spent most of his time outside, but once he was home, he would sleep until he went out again.
