[i]Isabelle stopped in her tracks suddenly, her boots looking as if they had been glued to the dirt beneath her. She recognized the boy, evident by her face contorting into a look of strange realization, then...utter joy. A slight grin of pure happiness expanding across her face, Isabelle slung the shotgun in her hands over her shoulder, the look of joy on her face still there as she slowly approached her own son. Hundreds of thoughts passed through her mind at the moment. But they would have to wait.[/i] [i]After coming to about 2 feet away from him, Isabelle suddenly pulled Charles in a hug, embracing him in a rather loving manner as she began speaking.[/i] "You don't know how happy I am...seeing you here, Charles..." [i]She suddenly planted a kiss on his forehead, smiling down at him as if he meant the world to her. Of course, Charles did.[/i] "I'm so sorry that I never came to visit..."