Marisol looked from one parent to the other. Their presence was a welcome distraction that had taken her mind completely away from the panic and anxiety the nightmare had left behind, and she was grateful for it. But instead of closing her eyes and inhaling their scent and relaxing on it like she really wanted to, Marisol rolled her eyes.

"Are you both for real right now?" She hisses, looking between them. "Mom, Dad, I'm not twelve anymore. Why would you come running because of a ...