Richard Kimble was a child once, too. He remembered how an imagination could run wild, morphing the smallest shadow into a theatrical scene, complete with sound and emotion. He recalled when the scariest thing was the mind's transformation of a familiar room in the night. Even at 16, he had compassion for a child's fear. Who else would Ray Kimble go to when he needed comfort?
Rated: K - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,194 - Published: 7/21