Dércio sighed in relief, zipped up his pants and pushed the cabin door.
He went to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and began to wash his hands.
He suddenly heard a noise.
"Who's there?" Dércio kept the flashlight.
He turned off the faucet, pulled the gun from behind his waistband, and aimed it simultaneously with the flashlight.
'Who's there?" focused around.
"Hey.." Someone patted him on the shoulder.
Abruptly he turned and shone the flashlight.
"See if you put that gun down...otherwise you shoot me.
"Julieta!" Dercio lowered the weapon, what are you doing here at this hour?
"I can't sleep... since the massacre... I have trouble sleeping," Marieta leaned against Dércio's chest.
Marieta started to cry.
Dercio hugged her.
"Hey! Don't cry...It's going to be okay. Probably
