"I did," Eliot folded the newspaper and set it aside. He tugged his glasses off, setting them down on top of the paper. "I think it's Ash." He got to his feet, frowning. The girl was prone to nightmares, and she usually looked to find Eliot or Candy when it happened. Eliot started toward the stairs, certain Candy was going to follow.
Ash was out of bed, in the bathroom. She turned on the bathtub just as Eliot and Candy reached the top of the stairs. Eliot wasn't sure what to make of that, but he was going to find out what was going on.