1 [Birth]
[Fun fact: There is no sassy internal monologue in dreams. Not Veronica's, anyway. Her conscious mind deals with the pain of the world and her own emotions by semi-deliberately talking to herself like a noire detective. Her unconscious mind has no such distancing mechanism.
Her first thought is that she's here for her father. She'd been visiting him every day in the hospital, before she was taken here.]
Dad? [Her voice is a little querulous. The tough facade she puts up in the real world is more difficult to maintain while you're asleep.] Daddy?
[But there's nobody. Nobody except a young boy who looks a little familiar. Frowning, she kneels in front of him.]