Someone was shaking his shoulder and Scotty's eyes opened to see Ginger's face close to his.

"What are you doing?" He muttered.

"There's a girl downstairs crying."

Scotty rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Huh?" He scrubbed his hands across his face. "What are you talking about? Did you let some strange person in the house, Ginger?"

"She's not strange," the little girl replied. "She's your friend; that girl that looks like Beady."

Scotty froze. The next ...