- Ireland
A fearsome winter storm wracked the continent from coast to coast, but the inside of one particular building was brimming with warmth.
In the middle of an abandoned factory, a roaring flame over twenty feet tall brought light and comfort to the shivering masses inside.
Crystal Creed stared at her husband from a distance with a fond smile.
For a brief moment, their eyes met, and Morgan, alight in flame, waved back at her like the loveable dope he was.
She had come to develop a new respect for him in light of the past few months.
Their charitable efforts had taken them all over the world. In that time, she had gotten the opportunity to watch her husband become a symbol of light for many people instead of just herself.
It was a blessing that made her fall in love with him all over again.
Morgan and his family were operating differently from the Saints.
