The atmosphere finally began to relax even more as the sun sank into the Eastern Hemeshpere. Omar held Delma up to the window, showing her the beautiful scene.

"Mar, where did Meister Sun go?" The child asked.

"He goes to America, Delma. You see the pretty colors? All of the red, purple, yellow, and orange…he's giving us something to remember us by." Delma gazed out of the window. Then…as she turned her head back to the Aunt…her eyes were filled with curiosity.

"Aunt Mar…who's America?" His eyes went wide…and for a moment…everything came back. He saw his friends from childhood, school, the synagoug…his family from his own aunts and uncles to his own parents and girlfriends…

"Auntie?" Omar snapped out of the past and back into reality, he looked back into her eyes and gave a sad smile.

"It's a country paved with gold. Almost like El Dorado, but a little less glorious." He could feel tears reaching to meet the outside of his eyes. He sniffed, then gave a small cough to cover it up.

"Here…why don't you try to find Papa or Uncle Dondon?" At that moment, Donny came up behind him with wooden object in his hands.

"You called Auntie?" Omar took a look at Donny's hands and smiled.

"Who got you that driedel?" Delma's eyes lit up at the word. Donny gave a smile and shook his head.

"You wouldn't even believe me if I told ya…come to Uncle Dondon ya little pipsqueak." As they passed the child, Omar headed to the counter to get something to drink. He could hear Donowitz and Utivitch laughing and singing along as Delma tried to get the dreidel spin. His eyes moved towards Louie who was pouring a drink.

"Mind if I have some?" Louie's eyes snapped up upon hearing his voice. Ulmer was slightly taken aback.

"Whoa, calm down there! I'm not interrogating you or anything like that. Just asking for a drink!" The German officer set the alcohol and glass on the counter with a loud enough bang to cause stares from the rest of the group.

"Are you okay?" Omar couldn't help but to give him one question. Louie's face turned a little red.

"Fine. I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He left the area and headed upstairs, his eyes making sure not to catch any of the other Basterds. Once they heard him reach the top, activity started back up again. Omar pulled the glass towards him and filled it up to the brim. He took a few long swallows before getting back to the group.

"Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay…okay well in this case wood-"

"Utivitch, she's a kid. She doesn't give a-"

"Words Bear. Words. And when it's bright and ready with dreidel I shall play." The men watched Delma as she tried over and over again to get the toy to spin. Raine came in from the back, lifted the dreidel at an angle and spun. To the group's surprise, it stayed up longer than three seconds, causing Delma to giggle and clap her hands

"I don't like that Louie guy. I think he's hiding something." For the moment, everyone's attention turned to Omar before the dreidel fell over. Delma picked it up and crawled over to the Lieutenant, tugging on his left pant leg.

"Papa!" Aldo didn't pay attention.

"Well of course it's fine not to trust him." So the man paid a little attention to Delma. In all honesty, he wanted to reply "No shit, Sherlock."

"Papa!"

"Not now Delma I'm…" It was to late. He looked down, and Raine slowly began to realize why one doesn't look at kinds who used "that" tone of voice. The girl held up the dreidel towards him and her face was ever so innocent. He gave a frustrated sigh and bent back down on one knee.

"You have every right to be suspicious Ulmer. Now if you all will excuse me…" The soldier began heading up the stairs.

"Utivitch…" The Lieutenant's voice became a warning.

"We are still on a mission…are we not sir?" The room went quiet again as the German Jew went up the stairs. The small clicks and thumps of the wooden dreidel seemed to echo throughout the room.

"Dreidel dreidel dreidel…I made out of-of clay…" the rest of the group sat contemplating the older man's words. Wicki's eyes were on Delma…slowly hoping that everything will still be smooth sailing.

A/N: OMG YOU GUUUYS! I'm so so so so so SO sorry for the looong update. Good news? Re-union is in the next chapter! Even better news? I plan to update it around Christmas or New Year's Eve! Once again, thank ya'll SO much for still reading this. (Also…for those of you who take interest in Storm Hawks, that story of mine could use a little loving) Other than that, happy holidays and review please!