Later that day as Mal was waiting for the wave screen to connect, he found himself staring at an old capture of his mama’s former ranch hands and their family. It was must have been taken at one of their winter shindigs; the ground was covered in white. His mother was sitting on a wooden bench, talking with Liz Mittmann, a honey-brown haired woman with shining green eyes who was holding her 4 year-old son, Jurgen.
-- Sun after Storms - Part 2 by KiMbEr