"I'm here," came the tiny, reluctant from inside the closet. The laptop computer she had borrowed had been pushed aside, the child merely resting, her knees drawn to her chest and her head buried in her arms as she prayed as hard as she could for Cordelia's safe return. Also, she pleaded for her brother to come back the way he was, but at this point in time she feared that request would be pushing it.
Kathy had calmed considerably since she was returned to the hotel, a triumph given the panic attack that had overtaken her in the apartment. Now, while still terrified for Cordelia's life, the child was livid, and above all else, hurting.