The young boy tried not to jostle the sleeping infant in his arms as his father pulled open the door and ushered them inside the warm reception area. Looking up at his dad, he noticed the tears that were running down his blackened face.
"How may I help you sir?" The receptionist asked glancing between John and the little boys.
"Can I have a room for the night?" the exhausted man pleaded.
"Should I add in a crib?" she glanced quickly at the sleeping baby
"No Sammy stays with me" Dean said adamantly
"You're checked in for the night." She smiled reassuringly at the little boy.