Sally sighed, and looked up at Harold. "No, they weren't dead. They're scared, especially since the guy's still here." Sally kept her eyes open. Everytime she closed them she saw her father again, from her nightmare. Sally quickly put her head back on his chest. She hated this, hated that she was crying. Especially in front of Harold. Sally put her hand on Harold's chest, and started tracing shapes on it. She did not want to sleep, at all. "So-" Sally coughed awkwardly, "How was your day?"