[Long description: Morgan glances nervously over his shoulder. His mom stands in the middle of the livingroom. Her face is obscured by the dim lighting, but she is dressed much like he is-- with a scabbard on her hip and a fist full of arrows.

"I'm stepping out for a minute," Morgan says.

"With that bow?" His mom asks. Her deep frownlines become even deeper in the dark. "Like hell you are."]