Two days passed and the mood between them had slowly began to temper. Oliver, so patient with Vukan and ever ready and willing to listen to him wail and cry through the night, was slowly becoming tired of the occurrence. Things had gotten worse over the past two days; Vukan spent the majority of his time in the bathroom, while Oliver brooded over what to do about his sister's issue back home.
Trapped in thoughts and worried about what might become of his sister, he snapped into consciousness as Vukan's cries soon filled the air once again.
"Hell no! Not this time!" Oliver screamed atop his voice while he tossed the book her had been pretending to read to the side of the bed.
Marching his way to the spare bedroom's bathroom where Vukan had chosen to make his weeping base, Oliver rammed his fist into the door and felt it give way with minimal effort.