A few phone calls later and he was able to track down the place again. Or rather those that work there. Not like it was difficult to miss because besides the Governmental buildings on the Reservation, the Church wasn't a sight that could be easily missed.

No matter how many times Nathaniel would try to forget it even existed.

The Church didn't look like much, a large snow white building with stained glass and murals more akin to that of a Indian Blanket's than that of a Catholic Church's. An unusual symbol, towering over the Reservation, but a symbol nonetheless of a marriage between two unlikely things.

A pair of unlikely things Nathaniel was all too familiar with. But Nathaniel wasn't here to take in the beautiful yet atypical sight. He was here to look for someone.

The young officer simply stared at the building with a slight indifference before he took the path with a wooden sign along the wall pointing to the back.

Until finally, he has reached the room obscuring that same dumpster etched into Nathaniel's memory, carelessly planted behind the library. Even if the room wasn't as impressive as the Church's interior.

The library still had a charm of its own. A small brown maze of shelves with a swooping engrained ceiling broken up by a small circular window.

The only window in the entire room, as the rest of the walls were lined with bookshelves and various Indigenous Memorabilia. Relics and other sort of artefacts like decorative drums and regalia hung up against the walls.

Almost as if they're there to serve a constant reminder of their roots. A constant reminder for those who'd often browse these shelves. Not like there currently wasn't many anyways.

The room was so small, it wouldn't have taken Nathaniel much effort to detect another presence with a simple walk through. Despite the shelves, the cluttered decoration, and the faint sense that they weren't alone in this room, the room seemed mostly empty.

Yet, despite the small room seeming rather empty, Nathaniel managed to pick up the voices of other people there. He then looked down at Aidan next to him, before navigating the room further until he got to the librarian's desk. Where two people were talking.

The first, a pretty woman no older than her late twenties with a white shirt under a Turquoise throw over. The other a teen boy, with soft features and mocha coloured skin. His short black hair was worn in what Nathaniel could only describe,as a church boy's haircut. Short enough as to not touch the collar of his polo shirt, with a moderate fringe neatly sweeped behind his ear at the front.

He allowed the two to continue talking as the young teen handed over the book in his arms. Before the older woman noticed him standing there and gestured to the teen to quiet down.

The young man questioned her at first, but he did as he was told upon seeing Nathaniel and the young boy hiding behind him. The teenager eventually finishing up his business before he left them to get some privacy.

"May I help you?"

Nathaniel heard the older lady ask gently as she turned from the two siblings to him.

"Um, yeah, I was wondering if Sylvia...I think it's Sylvia Thompson? Am I right?"

He asked back before he looked down at the child behind him, who nodded shyly.

"Yeah, Sylvia Thompson, does she work here?"

The older lady looked at him surprised, before she fixed her throw over and nodded.

"Oh, I'm Sylvia and yes, I work here"

She replied with a slight smile.

"What may I help you with then?"

"Oh yeah, I'm here to drop off this little guy"

He gestured to Aidan, who peeked out from behind him and readjusted his backpack. She looked confused and kneeled down to take a closer look at him, before she gasped softly.

"Aidan?"

Nathaniel nodded softly and nudged Aidan gently to her. To which she slowly put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a quick hug.

"Oh,Thank god! I was worried about you!"

She let go and looked him in the eyes concerned, before she tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. He looked back at her timidly but started to relax slowly.

To which Sylvia looked down at him, but didn't look surprised. If anything, she looked more concerned.

"Where did you find him?"

"Found him behind the dumpster back there the other day. We had to send him back to his mother but...he ran away again and decided to hang around me"

She looked down at Aidan and held him close as she listened, until she looked back up at him shocked.

"Wait, you sent him...to his parents?"

"Yeah, well...atleast the others did. I wasn't there at the time when they did as I was off shift so when I asked for him, they said they already took him home because they couldn't get in contact with anyone else including you. Except for his mother, his mother was the only contact we had"

"Really!? Well, you should've called me as soon as possible! I'm always available"

Nathaniel nodded and looked down slightly.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind, can I have your number then? Aidan remembered the rest of your details but he couldn't remember your number"

She sighed softly but complied, turning around to her desk and pulling out a notepad and a pen, jotting down her number. She then gently tore out the page and folded it up before she handed it over to him.

"Sure, though I don't blame you then if you couldn't get a hand of me. But still, the least you could've done is kept him where it was safe until you could've met up with me or the pastor in the morning"

Her slight smile slowly returned once again as she looked back at him. Before she leaned down and gently inspected Aidan,who tensed up at first before he calmed down.

She sighed softly and continued inspecting Aidan, before she stopped and grasped his shoulders gently, concerned.

"You okay?"

Aidan nodded softly.

"You sure? You hurt? hungry?"

He shook his head slightly as Sylvia asked in concern before he looked over at Nathaniel.

"No, he made sure I wasn't"

Nathaniel looked up again and slightly flustered.

"Least I could do"

She looked over at him and sighed in relief, smiling softly and getting up. Her arm wrapped tightly around her nephew.

"Thank you"

Nathaniel couldn't help but smile back.

"Anytime. It's my duty to protect them after all...to protect him. The least I could do is take care of him"

"And again, I thank you for that"

They stood there for a while,smiling at eachother. Before Nathaniel sighed and looked back down again.

"Well, guess that's it for now then.I've...gotta go and get on with some important business"

Sylvia nodded as she gently helped Aidan onto her desk.

"Okay then. Perhaps we'll meet again?"

Nathaniel looked back at them and nodded softly.

"Yeah, perhaps we will"

He said with another slight smile as he gestured in goodbye and left the library. The rest of the morning he spent trekking alone to the Office. Once again passing the elder and who he assumed to be his grandson from before as the elder stared blankly out into his surroundings.

He held out his palm in acknowledgement, to which the young boy returned his gesture, though the old man next to him didn't seem to notice him. Though just as abruptly Nathaniel stuck his hand in his pocket again and carried on back to the Tribal Police Office.

A brief trip as he gathered up some medical documentation along with some other paperwork.

After which he climbed into their vehicle and made his way to the town of Duncaster. To which he didn't even bother to gawk at his surroundings as he drove through 40 miles of plains.

Eventually driving into the small, yet slightly charming town that wouldn't have looked out of place in a film.

Until he turned to a large industrial building out of place from the rest of the borough. He sighed and climbed out of his car upon parking it and going up to the security watching over its walls.

The security guard opened his window, glaring out at him.

"State your business"

Nathaniel sighed and handed over his documents.

"I'm here to see Andrew Torres. A relative of his. I mean, think you already know my presence well enough to know the drill by now"

He watched the guard intently as he read over his documents and with an exasperated huff, returned them back.

"Right, but make it quick, vistor's hours ends in 40 minutes"

He nodded and walked through the entrance as the guard let him through. His eyes drifting from the sign above the security hut up to the barred cells.

His eyes softened slightly in sadness as he silently wondered which one held his father. But eventually he tensed and bore it as he tucked his documents under his arm and walked up to the entrance of what could've been considered his version of hell.