As Natalia walked along the hallway, she saw two teenagers whose age wouldn't be over eighteen. The boy had the girl in a warm tight embrace as they sat there on the waiting seat.

“It's going to be fine, love.” The boy said, his voice soft and reassuring, even though his eyes were filled with fear, he did a good job not reflecting it in his voice.

The crying girl in his arms nodded, “I don't want anything to happen to grandpa.”

He patted her back, “Nothing is going to happen. The ...