Mikio
Mikio smiled brightly. A light blush on his freckled cheeks. He mouthed, 'Almost there." to the deaf boy. The truth was he was quite light in arms. They were coming up to a just-right size log cabin. A shed and some cables and wires that connected electricty and mordern civiliation to te selcuded house. A sattilite dish right on the roof of a lightly smoking chimney. It was a cozy visage.