In the New Mexico desert Oppenheimer, Llyod and Harrison were all sitting on some rocks staring out at the vast desert that was almost devoid of any life except for certain trees, shrubs and other plants that could survive the harsh climate. Harrison gazed up at the clear blue sky longingly wishing he could be up there again. Oppenheimer noticed this and got up off the rock he was sitting on wandered over to Harrison and stood beside him.

"You want to be up there again don't you," Oppenheimer said.

"Yes, it gives me a feeling of freedom," Harrison replied.

"I understand what you mean. We all have our ways of finding that feeling.
"For you, it's flying.
"For me, it's being out here in the desert away from the big city,"

"I don't like being in the city either. It's far too crowded for my liking,"

"Where do you come from?"

"California. But I moved to Texas a few years ago. You sound like you are from New York,"

"Yes, I am. But I haven't been there in a long time,"

Oppenheimer continued to stare out at the vast horizon and he saw a forest and a large mountain range that spread across the horizon. Oppenheimer raised his hand and pointed to a building in the distance. Lloyd walked over and stood beside Oppenheimer and gazed out at what Oppenheimer was pointing at. Harrison also looked at what Oppenheimer was pointing at.

"That is where we are going. We should hopefully make it there before nightfall,"

"Will we be safe there Oppie?"

"We should be safe there it's in the middle of nowhere and only a small few people know about it,"

"Would Klaus Fuchs know about it Oppie?"

"He doesn't know about it. Besides I doubt that he survived that explosion at the laboratory," He replied as he lowered his hand down to his side. "I suggest that we start moving again if we are to reach the ranch by nightfall."

Oppenheimer, Llyod and Harrison all started walking in the direction of the ranch.

***

At the Los Alamos laboratory, Klaus Fuchs was gazing out at the town which was still full of Soviet soldiers who were continuing to ransack houses and shops. A sharp pain suddenly shot through Klaus' skull causing him to quietly wince out of pain. Placing his hand in one of his trouser pockets he wrapped it around a small glass jar that felt cold in his hand.

Pulling the jar out of his pocket he took the cap off and allowed one of the many small white tablets to fall into his hand. Putting the tablet into his mouth he swallowed it dry the foul taste of the medication still lingered in his mouth even after swallowing it. Screwing the cap back onto the jar Klaus put the jar back into his pocket. Klaus eventually heard footsteps behind him and he also felt a firm hand being placed on his shoulder.

"Are you alright comrade Fuchs?" General Volkov asked.

"I could be better General. Just wish that these damn headaches would stop," Klaus replied with annoyance.

"Well, you were buried under a bunch of rubble. You also were probably hit on the head quite hard,"

"I also can't believe that Oppenheimer and his annoying assistant left me here to possibly die!"

"They see you as a traitor comrade,"

"Where are they anyway?"

"We don't know yet. But I suspect that they will be heading to the nearest city to find shelter and supplies. I also suggest that you take care of yourself, comrade Fuchs you need to rest,"

General Volkov started making his way towards the town. While Klaus headed into the laboratory. Once he entered the laboratory the first thing that hit him was the smell of death. The smell was so putrid that it made him feel sick to his stomach. His vision started spinning slightly and felt some bile starting to rise at the back of his throat. Leaning against a wall he closed his eyes and started taking slow deep breaths. Swallowing hard Klaus felt the bile going back down his throat. Opening his eyes he wandered down the hallway the light of the afternoon sun filtering in through the shattered windows and the glass shards crunched underneath his feet.

He suddenly stopped and looked down another hallway and noticed two soldiers putting the body of a young woman with long straight ginger hair onto a stretcher. Her clothes were stained with dried blood and multiple bullets had pierced her chest. The soldiers eventually got the woman's body onto the stretcher and carried it down the hallway. But they stopped when they saw Klaus standing there his face pale and with a distant look in his eyes.

"What are you doing with them?" Klaus asked somberly.

"General Volkov wants us to gather the bodies and then burn them," one soldier replied.

"Don't you think that they deserve a proper burial?"

"No. Besides, why should we be burying a bunch of Americans?
"They don't respect us and we don't respect them.
"They don't deserve a proper burial,"

"There wasn't just Americans here,"

"We know and you should be glad that General Volkov didn't kill you. We know that you aren't British comrade Fuchs. Now step aside, please,"

Klaus Fuchs stepped aside allowing the two soldiers to walk past him and down the hallway. Klaus continued standing there staring at the multiple dead men and women in the hallway feeling incredibly sickened by the sight before him.

Klaus thought to himself somberly and slight confusion. "I should be dead. I shouldn't be alive. Why didn't General Volkov just kill me?"

Klaus Fuchs stopped staring at the dead bodies and wandered down the hallway trying to clear his mind.

***

A few hours later fiery hues filled the desert sky. The air slowly got colder once the darkness started to fill the sky. Oppenheimer, Llyod and Harrison reached the large wooden ranch. Stepping up onto the old creaky wooden deck Oppenheimer saw a small note on the door and he carefully read it.

"I hope that you are reading this Robert. Before I evacuated and left for London with my wife Jackie I took the horses to a place and set them free. I knew that they couldn't stay here without someone caring for them. I also left some food and other supplies behind in case you would come here.

Your brother Frank Oppenheimer."

Oppenheimer then opened the door and wandered inside Lloyd and Harrison then followed him into the ranch with Harrison closing the door. Oppenheimer wandered into the lounge and over to a brown leather armchair and sat down. He felt the soreness in his muscles slowly fading away upon sitting down.

"What do we do now Oppie?" Lloyd asked.

"We will stay here for maybe two or three days to get a proper amount of rest," Oppenheimer replied.

"Alright, should I turn the lights on and cook us a meal?"

"That would be good Llyod I think we all need a decent meal,"

Llyod then wandered down a small hallway that led to the kitchen. Some of the lights then turned on lighting up most of the rooms downstairs. Harrison walked over to Oppenheimer and stared at the bandages that were haphazardly wrapped around Oppenheimer's head. The bandages were now covered in dirt and stained with some of Oppenheimer's blood.

"What happened to you?" Harrison asked.

"The laboratory was destroyed in an explosion. Me and Lloyd were caught in it while trying to get out.
"Something must have cut me quite badly in the explosion. I was lucky to find medical supplies otherwise I possibly would have just bled out.
"Me and Lloyd are both lucky to be alive..."

"I think that those bandages should be changed you have had them on for a while,"

"Your right about that,"

"Where would some bandages be kept?"

"Check the bathroom we have a first aid kit kept in there,"

Harrison walked off down a different hallway that led to a bathroom and multiple other rooms. Eventually, Harrison came back with a big roll of bandages, a small glass bottle of clear liquid and a grey cloth. Harrison approached Oppenheimer and placed the roll of bandages, glass bottle and cloth on a small wooden table beside the leather armchair. Harrison walked over to stand beside Oppenheimer and slowly removed the old dirty bandages. Once the bandages were removed, Harrison walked over to the table and placed them on it.

Harrison grabbed the small bottle of liquid and the cloth. Opening the bottle he poured a small amount of the liquid onto the cloth. Walking over to Oppenheimer he gently rubbed the cut on Oppenheimer's forehead with the cloth. The smell of the alcohol burned Oppenheimer's nostrils. Eventually, Harrison finished cleaning the cut and placed the cloth and bottle back onto the table. Grabbing the clean roll of bandages he started to carefully wrap them around Oppenheimer's head.

"That cut is going to become a scar," Harrison said while still putting the bandages on.

"I see," Oppenheimer replied quietly.

"I have a friend who has many scars from the war. They do fade with time,"

"I'm worried what my wife might think when she sees it. If I ever see her again,"

"If she truly loves you she will accept you for who you are and not just on what you look like,"

Harrison then finished putting the bandages on Oppenheimer and he picked up the dirty bandages, the small bottle and the cloth. He stood back and smiled at Oppenheimer who gave Harrison a small smile.

"When it comes to love it's not always about the looks. Your wife will accept you even if you do have a scar,"

"Your right she will accept me even if I do have a scar,"

"She possibly loves you for your personality and your brilliance,"

"I feel that is indeed the case,"

"Well, I shall go put these away,"

Harrison then walked back down the hallway to go put the supplies away. Lloyd entered the room and stood in the doorway. Oppenheimer glanced over at Lloyd who was smiling at him.

"Do you want to come have dinner Oppie?"

"Yes, Lloyd I would love to,"

Oppenheimer got up from the armchair and followed Lloyd into the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen Oppenheimer noticed that there were three plates of lamb chops and vegetables on the large dark wooden round dining table. The aroma of the cooked lamb filled the room. Oppenheimer and Lloyd sat down beside each other at the table. Harrison eventually entered the kitchen and sat down beside Lloyd. They all started eating the meal and savoured it because they knew that once they leave the ranch they wouldn't get decent meals again for a while.

***

A couple of hours later Oppenheimer was now lying awake in a large double bed which has a light grey blanket on top. The small lamp on his bedside table filled the room with a dim glow. He felt a slight feeling of loneliness being in such a large bed alone. He deeply missed the comfort of his wife being there with him. Tears slowly streamed down his face like the rain that was falling outside of his window. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of the rain pattering gently on the roof, Oppenheimer's breathing and the rustling of the bedsheets.

Oppenheimer thought to himself out of sadness and slight loneliness. "I miss you so much, Kitty and I wish I knew where you were. I hope that you are safe and that our children are safe. I hope that I will be able to find you once I get out of the US."

Oppenheimer slowly closed his eyes he entered a deep and peaceful sleep. Hoping that his wife and children were somewhere safe and away from the Soviets.