Michael, his mind fried and his body exhausted, spent the next two hours carefully listing the problems with his sketches while Davi made his own. Michael had never seen him draw anything, but his hands moved quickly and efficiently and he approached it with a greater patience than Michael would’ve expected. By the time he was done Michael had sketches of his wife Sara, his sons Vick and Gabe, and his daughter Laura. When Davi finished the last of them, he handed it to Michael who spread them all out in front of himself and took a deep breath as he looked over them. Tears welled in his eyes, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand.“Thank you Davi, I really appreciate this.”He shook his head, grabbing another sheet of paper. “No, this is a good idea. I think I’ll draw my mama too. I don’t want to forget her either.” He started gradually sketching out a woman on his own paper, his usual frown on his face, and his heavy brow furrowed, but with focus rather than annoyance.Michael very carefully took each of the sketches and folded them before placing them into his pack. He’d have to make copies with the ink duplication spell once he got the chance. He wasn’t certain it would work, but maybe Ollie could help him with a variation. With those secured he felt his mania start to fade and even greater exhaustion seep into his bones. He wasn’t sure of exactly what had gripped him, but he was grateful he had the sketches, grateful he’d have another way not to lose their faces. He laid down, and very suddenly, sleep took him.…“-them bigger.” said Ollie peering over Davi’s shoulder as he sketched.“That size would stretch credulity my friend,” said Pyotr from the other side of Davi. “Besides, the smaller ones are more elegant.”Michael sat up, bleary eyed, and pushed his hair out of his eyes.Marcus was cleaning his gun near his bed, and seemed to be inventorying his ammunition as well. Michael noticed he’d kept (...)