I'm worried about Junior. I've worked so hard to create a good life for him — one that shields him from war and death... yet, whether it's childish defiance or a wish to follow his father's footsteps, Junior refuses to feel comforted by our quaint existence. He won't let go of this dream of becoming a soldier... a nightmare in disguise, I'm afraid. If he could just settle down and take over the salon instead, I'm certain he'd live a better, or at least, longer life!