Lara Croft

Your back feels like hell after the ardrous trek from Arizona to get... What was that again? Oh hell, forget it, doesn't matter anyway, bloody back is killing you. You hear a soft knock and in come the slightly bent old man, a sight familiar to you in the mornings.

"Breakfast is in the table, Miss Croft"

You look at him in relief, coming in at the right time you need him to.

"Winston come here, I need you" you whispers

He doesn't move.

"That Arizona trip killed my bones and now I've got this bloody crick in my back. Do something about it will you?" You move to sit on the side of the bed so he could sit behind you and massage your back, while motioning for him to get the massage oil from the dresser.

He moves slowly, and groans as he positions himself behind you. You cannot help but giggle. "Don't kill yourself now old man"