This particular meeting she was dreading more than anything in the world,she feared their reaction more than the ilness kept the night owl company all last night thinking about it and found that sleep couldn't take her until the sun began to break through the darkness of night and greya appeared on the reminded her of the possibility of the darkness surrounding her permanently and she realised she may now find herself developing insomnia,since she was one of the few that could actually fall asleep and never wake up.

Pete had offered to come with her but she had the distinct feeling it was out of courtesy and not want since he was still a tiny bit afraid of Myka's father.

'Hi Mom,Dad its good to see you again,I know its been a while'

'Myka's mother was always rather eery at her sense of perception that Myka was secretly proud of inheriting given her when Myka went to sit at the table of their favourite restaurant in her home town,her mother began.

'we used to come here all the time when you were younger do you remember Myka?'

'yes Mom of course I do and I would always order the cheeky chicken surprise,the surprise being the chicken pieces came out in the shape pf a chicken,it was amazing'

'Myka we never told you but the reason they came out like that was because we asked for it especially when you were feeling down because somebody was at you in the playground or you did the wrong math homework and the teacher gave out to you. So whats wrong Myka?'

'What Mom..you did that for me,every time?'

'Myka what is it?'

'cant I just check in with you two every now and then and not need a reason?'

'Myka even though you may be older,you are wearing the exact same face right now that you had when you were troubled as a child'

The mask began to crack ever so slowly and the confession from her mother didn't aid her in any way to keep strong,she was pushed over the edge entirely when for the first time since she sat down with them her father admitted:

'Myka you are starting to worry us'

Whenever Myka had fallen as a child her mother had told her that it would be all healed by the morning because there were healing fairires that came and went and made all cuts and bruises wished now that there was such a fantastical cure for her and that she would judt wake up one day and not be sick,especially because she could never as long as she is alive remove the reaction of her parent sfaces from her mind.

Her mother remained in a catatonic state fro the entire conversation and for once she was grateful for her father's solid detached bravery.

She told them everything,especially about the appointment next an hour she was ready to leave and if the truth be told she was tired from the strain of the whole meeting.

Her father surprised her when he said:

'Myka please allow others to help you,you cant fight this all on your own not this,that partner of yours,he sounds reliable so rely on him and if you need us we will always be there'

She promised to call them later while Myka shared a few tears with her mother as she went to hug her mother's hug she was sure left bruises on her upper arms and as she pulled away to leave them her mother choked from lack of speaking and too much emotion

'we will fight this,my little fuzzy mushroom'

That name broke her completely and the tears came hard and fast as she tried to cover her face from the other mother's nickname for her,it still fitted her in many ways since her hair was still in a permanent state of fuzziness but without the mushroom style haircut she had as a child.

The way her father pulled her mother away from Myka because she was starting to catch the attention of other customers reminded Myka of a spouse on those crime shows where they come in to ID a body they believe might be there brother,sister or wondered if by the end would they be able to recognise their daughter.