Sammy: Wow Ms. Meslon. You got a new dress?
Laura: Coat.
Isabelle: It's pretty! It's like the one the clerk man wears. Does that mean you're rich now?
Laura: Not yet. Just promoted.*She exhaled, laying on her side.*
Sammy: Can we hear another story before bed?
Laura: Not tonight.
Isabelle: ... a-
Laura: NOT TONIGHT!*She snapped, wide-eyed as she flipped over.*
*The children looked on her with genuine fear; they'd never seen such an expressive, even psychotic look from their caretaker. Slowly they sank back to their bedrolls. Isabelle even going so far as to hide herself under the blanket. As Laura turned back onto her side, staring at nothing in particular as she struggled to fall asleep, Sammy to couldn't help but notice something off... out of place. Wasn't there usually something sleeping under the bed?
Why couldn't he remember?*