"How are you feeling, Mikhail?" Audrey gently asked, holding his hand.
Mikhail turned to look at her, his eyes still glowing. "I'm fine, Moma. I just feel a little weird. Is something wrong with my body?" He asked, glancing at Lake beside him.
"No, no; nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart," She looked at Lake, who reluctantly nodded, but you could still see the worry in his eyes.
"You're fine, Mikhail. Are you hungry?" Lake asked, smiling.
Mikhail nodded, "I want to eat... two bowls of beef stew, no... three." He smiled.
"Wow, quiet an appetite you've got there, little Mikhail," Audrey chuckled, poking his cheek.
"I'll get it for you," Lake said and stood from the bed.
Audrey nodded at him as he walked toward the door, but he suddenly stopped and turned around to gaze at Mikhail.
Audrey furrowed her brows, "What's wrong, babe?" She questioned, suddenly feeling something strange from Mikhail, too.
"Do you feel that?" Lake asked seriously.
