#01- Comfort
His children are at the age now when they deserve their own rooms. No more putting them down in the cribs and cradles scatted among the house. He doesn't move them with him as he goes from room to room anymore. They'll sleep in their own rooms surrounded by their own things and he won't have to worry about them anymore.

Of course, being a parent, this makes him worry more.

The boy sleeps through the night without ever waking. He tosses and turns, trapped in dreams that make him gurgle and coo, but he never wakes. The girl on the other hand...

He hears her scream and he's off the couch and in her room almost instantly. He's practiced in the art of taking the steps three at a time and darting into the right room before the wail is even finished. Scooping her up into big, loving arms he pats her on the head tenderly. "Darling, what's the matter?"

Gaz stiffens in his arms before throwing her arms around him and sobbing. "Daddy, don't leave me!" she wails.

Membrane nods and tries to comfort the nearly hysterical three year old. He knows its just a nightmare, that she's not remembering the funeral, but he's still disturbed.

Dawn comes and Membrane finds himself in his own bed, close to falling off the edge. Gaz is there next to him hogging up all the space and blankets. She awakens as he gets up to shower, watching him with wide eyes. He smiles, pats her on the head, and tells her to go back to sleep. When he returns, hair heavy and wet, she's curled up in the center of his bed. He watches her sleep, the steady rise and fall of her chest, until he feels like he's ready to start the day.

He's lost the children's mother. He won't loose the children too.


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