A creature witnessed two eighteen-year old twins arguing inside a second floor bedroom.
Both twins wore coats and hats.
"Don't go to Italy, dammit. Go to college here." Lorenzo Romano said in Italian, gripping his fists. "This country's our home now."
Emma shook her head. Crossing her arms, she moved towards the closed bedroom door.
"Burn, Lorenzo." Emma said before taking quick, furious steps out the room.
Warm rage coursed through Lorenzo's body.
As bitter snow pelted the window, Lorenzo lifted his backpack from the floor, tossed it against his bed's headboard.
"Dammit!" he said, as angry as a person watching their house ignite in sweltering flames.
For a minute, Lorenzo paced in the room, trying to find out what he should say when he sees Emma again.
Ling stepped into the room, accompanied by Jasmine.
Both girls were eighteen-years old.
Ling was a Chinese exchange student, who seemed to speak little English.
Lorenzo turned his head to Ling.
The Chinese girl spoke in Mandarin Chinese.
Jasmine stepped closer to Lorenzo. She said, "Ling said Emma ran away."
Lorenzo's heart pounded in his chest. He brushed past the girls, saying, "I'll get her."
"Watch out for the wolves and bears!" Jasmine said as Lorenzo's shoe bottoms slapped against the wooden floor.
On the home's first floor, Jamie, whose parents owned the house, stood in the living room floor, telling his other eighteen-year old friends a horror story.
Jamie and the others in the living room did not avert their focus to Lorenzo.
It was Winter vacation. The friends in the house longed to have a great time.
Most of them didn't intend on searching for a boy's twin sister who ran into the bear-populated forest outside at night.
Lorenzo had to find his sister, bring her back to the house.
Outside, bitter cold snow dropped onto his wool hat, pelted the olive-toned skin on his face.
The cold attached itself to his coat as he trained his eyes on footprints leading farther into the forest.
"Thank God for those prints." Lorenzo said in Italian.
He walked past towering trees, let his feet meet bear tracks, listened for Emma.
The wind howled.
During Winter in Italy, four years ago, Lorenzo stared past his bedroom window while Emma made a snowman on the home's front lawn.
Now, Lorenzo searched for his sister in a freezing forest containing animals that killed.
"Emma, where are you?!" Lorenzo said in Italian, speaking the language he was comfortable with. "I'm sorry!"
Emma's footprints descended a slope.
Past the slope, stood a sign with wolf photographs, bear photographs attached to it.
The sign had information on Minnesota's bears and wolves population.
Emma's footprints were beyond the sign, past a running stream that had a fallen tree across it.
Lorenzo took a deep breath.
His frosted breath ascended in the air.
He turned his head back. He said, "All of you should've came to help. It would be a lot less scary and a lot less cold."
He sighed, resumed walking.
After his shoe bottoms finished slapping against the fallen tree across the running stream, Lorenzo moved towards the spot near a huge tree that had claw marks on its brown, snow-pelted trunk.
"-does he think he is? A fucking asshole. What a fucking asshole." Emma finished saying.
Lorenzo's heart pounded in his chest.
He ran past the huge tree, moving towards Emma, who adjusted the wool hat on her head as she stood in a clearing.
"Emma!" Lorenzo said in his native language, his legs moving, advancing towards his sister.
Emma faced him.
She frowed, but wrapped her arms around her brother when he hugged her.
"Sorry. I was a dumb ass." Lorenzo said.
