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Chapter Six: Danger Hits Home
When Jessie woke up, she was worried about the future, but when she saw what was in her room, her apprehension vanished like smoke on the wind. She ran over to the boxes on her desk, then looked over to her closet. Beside the door to the walk-in clothing receptacle was a large Oriental changing screen with cherry blossoms and two women painted upon it. Looking at the women, she realized she recognized them. She'd seen them in her Mother's memories: the woman in blue was Pele, the woman in red Yama, goddesses of ice and fire. She smiled when, using her power, she saw the hint of divinity in the pictures. Both paintings held small amounts of the two goddesses' power. She could have sworn Pele winked at her behind her white and silver shukusen, or lady fan. Next to the screen was a large box, and when she opened it, she saw inside a half dozen kimonos, from Japan! She'd known a lady friend of her father's who'd had some lovely ones, and Jessie'd always wanted one. But these were superb: one was blue silk, with a cream colored obi, the stiff sash around the waist, and a white inner kimono, one with an outer kimono of black with golden and scarlet flames, a crimson inner kimono, and a crimson obi. With all six of these Japanese robes were matching slippers and fans, and the fans were of steel and silk, with cute ornaments dangling from the bases. She sighed when she realized how much silk- a material she loved and thought was beyond gorgeous, as her mother had worn it- she had now: silk fans, silk kimonos, shirts, and saris, silk slippers. She grinned. Next came a box of books, classics by Dickens, Shakespeare (A/N: do not start with me, I read the complete and unabridged Romeo and Juliet about a month after I turned 8, and understood it completely. She's 8 now, remember? I had to wait until school ended, that's why it was a month after.) and she found the greatest books of all: hand written accounts of the adventures of Mina Harker, Rodney Skinner, and Captain Nemo. The stories were written in leather bound notebooks, on lovely, crisp white paper. So much history, so much adventure... From Dorian was a gorgeous white dress- icky!- or so she thought, until she realized it was a tunic, embroidered with her favorite design, the Evenstar, in silver. (A/N: in this fic, Tolkien didn't actually write the Lord of the Rings, but was given the books-written by Frodo and Bilbo- by none other than Jessie!) Tom had given her a violet crystal on a silver chain, about the size of her fist that was practically see-through. As soon as she touched it, it began to glow. Something ticked in the back of her mind, a voice whispering unintelligibly in her head. She sensed a deep well of power in the stone. From Henry was a lovely journal, white satin over wood for the binding, the pages white silk. She gasped in delight and set the book back in the box gently. With it came a card signed by both Henry Jekkyl and Edward Hyde. She knew it was Edward for real, because it didn't match anyone's writing, and the paper held two distinct scents: Henry's, and the scent she'd caught when Henry had first come aboard the Nautilus. She smiled. Edward had also given her a gift: perfume, amber liquid in a diamond bottle, that smelled so heavenly she almost fainted. Oh, my goodness...It was stopped with a stopper made from canary diamonds, and tied around it was a white satin ribbon, tied to a small card. The card read: "Valar Loth" She recognized the language: Elvish. Roughly translated, it meant "Blossoms of Heaven." Wow, Elvish perfume! And from her father was a doll. But not just any doll. What a doll! The perfect doll, a gorgeous baby doll so lifelike, she almost thought it was alive. Such a dolly! She was porcelain, with big blue eyes and cinnamon colored hair, real hair. She had a stuffed body, and she wore the clothes of a page: white stockings, black breeches, white shirt, and blue tunic embroidered in silver. And this doll came with several outfits: more page clothes, uniforms from almost every British regiment in their army, dresses of satin and velvet, silk kimonos, American cowboy clothes, so much stuff. She hugged the doll, then looked to see if there was anything else she'd missed. Her gaze fell on something resting on a rack on the wall, and her jaw dropped. Her mother had been worldly, having been many, many places. One of the places she'd gone was Japan, and while there, she'd learned to fight with the weapon of noble women: naginata, the glaive. And having been deemed, after years of training, the best lady warrior in Japan, the Emperor had given her a glaive, a special glaive. The wood was Teak, the pole maybe five feet long, with a blade eighteen inches long. The butt of the staff was shod with iron, the core filled with lead powder. The blade, under the polished finish, rippled with waves of blue on the steel, showing it to be the finest steel in the world. The blade had always been kept sharp, sharp enough to slice a hair when pressure was applied, and a feather quill when there was none. Jessie took such a feather and holding the glaive respectfully, let it drop down onto the sharp blade. The quill sliced neatly in half. Jessie gasped in awe. Her father had given her this, something so special. She felt an enormous sense of honor and maturity in being given this gift. Placing the naginata lovingly on the rack, she dressed, grabbed her harp and her doll, and went off to breakfast.
* * *
"Well, look who's awake!" Henry cried, grinning. Jessie smiled and sat down next to Allan. Tom waved jauntily, Skinner ruffled her hair, and Mina kissed her cheek. Nemo's lips twitched, his beard effectively hiding his tender smile. The harper set her things on the bench beside her and walked over to Dorian. He looked down at her, one eyebrow raised in condescending inquiry. "Thank you, Dorian, very much. It was a beautiful gift. Thank you, so much." She threw her arms around his waist and hugged him. Dorian froze, trembling, unsure what was going on. A peculiar warmth washed through him, leaving in its wake a tingling sensation. What was this feeling? He put his arms around her, hugging her back. Something flickered in Jessie's eyes, her smile slipped, but then it came back up. No one noticed the slip. The seven-year-old watched through half-closed eyes as Skinner slipped out of the room.
* * *
"Where are they?" Jessie whispered, frightened. Her father, Dorian, Mina, and Tom had all driven off, to stop the bombs' domino effect. She remembered clearly the moment they'd gone off.
(Flashback)
Jessie suddenly felt hot, and began to sweat. Fear overtook her, and in her mind she heard the sound of rocks crumbling on top of each other. In her mind's eye, she first saw a row of dominoes falling one after another, then a billowing fireball. Again she saw Mina, Dorian, Tom, and her father racing away in the white automobile, and Ishmael lying on the floor. She saw Dorian approaching Nemo alone. In her head she heard a startled cry from her mother as suddenly, the images shot through her mind, across her vision so fast they were mere blurs. Her mother was praying in Hindustani, and Jessie understood some of it. Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, watch over my daughter in the face of this madness, watch over her. Something snapped in her vision, a loud echo frightening her. She shrieked, jolting herself awake. She was sleeping in a chair on the deck, and as soon as she woke, she ran to Allan. "We're too late, Daddy." The bombs blew. "We have to stop the chain!" Alan cried. "Nemo! We must stake out one key building." "Of course, and stop the chain of destruction before it destroys the city!" Tom cried. "If I had the coordinates, I could fire a rocket! But I have no way of getting those coordinates." Nemo exclaimed. "What are you talking about?" Henry cried. "Jekkyl's right, it's not possible! I'm an immortal, sir, not a gazelle, how do you expect to outrun this!?" Jessie grabbed Tom's sleeve and pulled him up the ramp while the older members where talking. "Jess, what... the automobile?" "I'm too small to drive it." "Get in, Jess girl!" The two got in the car and raced down the ramp onto the pavement. Sawyer spun the car around, with Jessie clutching his arm in excited fear, and cried, "Care for a spin?" "Sawyer, you're a genius!" Alan cried. "It was Jessie's idea." "Nice work, poppet. Come on, Jekkyl. We'll need Hyde!" "NO!" He cried, "Hyde will never use me again." Henry looked away to avoid seeing Jessie's disappointed expression.
* * *
"Aah!" "Jessie!" The child fell from the speeding car and hit the pavement, trying to avoid the onslaught of gunfire. Alan ordered Tom to turn the car, but Mina cried, "NO! This mission is more important than a single life, Mr. Q. Besides, she'll be fine. You should know your daughter well enough to know that!" Back where Jessie was dodging bullets, the enemy men were impressed by her abilities. They were downright horrified when she cried, "I call upon the wrath of Kali, the Destroyer! Smite my enemies!" The harper ran from the sound of crunching bones and agonized screams as the Dark Goddess trampled upon her foes.
(End flashback)
"Where are they? Why aren't they back yet?" Jessie whispered. Somewhere in her subconscious, a voice was whispering Tom . . . Tom . . . Tom. She shivered, trying to shake the feelings of dread overwhelming her senses. Suddenly, she grabbed her harp from the shelf behind her and took a deep breath. She held it, concentrating on loosening her molecules from their bonds. She felt a sense of warmth, and then nothingness. Looking around, she saw in the distorted vision of her puff-of-air self. Whispering, "Goodbye, Captain, Ishmael, Henry, and Edward," she streamed off over the rail of the Nautilus and chased after Tom.
* * *
Tom groaned, eyes fluttering as he fought unconsciousness. He had to get out of the building, he had to, but why? Something was going to happen to it . . . Jessie . . . . Tom tried desperately to open his eyes, to move, but it was too much effort. Nothing mattered, really, except he sleep, he'd been working so hard and he was so tired . . . .
A sweet, lilting song pierced the fog of exhaustion. Who was that?
"And though the phantoms of this place
want to steal away your grace
I'll sleep beside you through the cold
I will not leave you here
And in this silence I can hear
all the fury and the fear
but I promise you, my love
I will not leave you here
I see, I see, I see
we move with the water
I feel, I feel, I feel
this darkness receding
I see, I see, I see
we flow like the ocean
I feel, I feel,
Oh, God, I don't think I'm breathing."
Tom flexed his fingers, then shoved himself up, propping himself with his elbows. He still couldn't see who was singing, and he had to know. He got to his feet as that glorious angel's voice began singing another song. Tom staggered out of the building, into the street. He saw someone, and nearly fainted. Who was that?!
* * *
There she is, Dorian thought, staring at the angelic beauty before him. This one was so much prettier than Mina, much more desirable. He wanted this golden haired, sapphire eyed witch. And he'd have her. Oh, he would have her. She's all mine.
* * *
Allan staggered towards the Nautilus, where Mina, Henry, and Nemo waited. Tom came from another direction. His injuries were obvious; a concussion, a twisted ankle, the list went on. Mina went to him, but he stepped back, somewhat wary.
"Don't worry; I've had my fill of throats for this evening."
"Jessie's gone!?" Allan cried, turning the heads of the other League members. "Where the bloody hell is my daughter!?" Captain Nemo shrugged, obviously distressed at the news he'd given to Quartermain. Mina and the others trotted over. Mina and Henry exchanged a glance, then the doctor looked away, an expression of pain written on his face. Deep inside his subconscious, Edward Hyde began to rage. Within Mina's soul, the soul of the vampire demanded blood. Tom's expression was grim, his eyes determined. Someone had taken the one most precious to them. That person would pay.
"Skinner must have taken her, I don't even want to imagine for what. We'll get her back, Mr. Quartermain. Have faith." Nemo murmured, then turned at a loud noise. "What in Kali's name?"
"What is that?"
"The sound of treachery!"
* * *
Jessie stirred, awakening from her drugged sleep. Her actions during the battle had taken their toll, exhausting her. She'd dropped, practically unconscious, at the feet of her father's employer. Now, she was awake, and starting to freak. She was tied to a steel pole, in the dark, by ropes so thick she couldn't hope to cut through them. She was still too tired to use her powers, and couldn't untie the knots. She was in trouble.
Where am I? How in the world did I get here? Okay, concentrate, try to find Daddy. She stilled her frantically thundering heart and began to breathe deeply, evenly, trying to separate herself from her body. Her mind unhinged itself from her brain, floating around the room. She was in a workroom of the Nautilus, in the bottom or very near it of the magnificent submarine. She knew that because the vents used for bailing incoming water were on the floor and on one wall, the wall behind her, actually. That almost made her freak out, but she bit her lip and managed to keep calm.
Her mind wandered up through the ceiling, up and up, to where Nemo, Henry, Mina, Tom, and her father sat. Her father's face was dropped into his hands, and he looked suddenly old, very old. She'd always thought of her father as being so big and strong, but there he looked small and weak. He was probably worried about her. The phonograph was playing a message from M, something that seemed... chillingly malevolent. She realized suddenly what at least part of her dream meant, and why she was here. M was a bad guy, and probably both Dorian and Skinner were working for him. She shivered back in her body, feeling the cool tears coursing down her cheeks at the thought of the betrayal, and watched as Nemo lunged forward and overturned the machine. A deafening boom brought her back to her body, and she looked around and tried to scream. She realized she was gagged. Water was rushing into the room, already up past her ankles. She was in a lot of trouble.
DADDY!!!
Hey, does anyone know what an "Estelle Lynn" is?
Chapter Six: Danger Hits Home
When Jessie woke up, she was worried about the future, but when she saw what was in her room, her apprehension vanished like smoke on the wind. She ran over to the boxes on her desk, then looked over to her closet. Beside the door to the walk-in clothing receptacle was a large Oriental changing screen with cherry blossoms and two women painted upon it. Looking at the women, she realized she recognized them. She'd seen them in her Mother's memories: the woman in blue was Pele, the woman in red Yama, goddesses of ice and fire. She smiled when, using her power, she saw the hint of divinity in the pictures. Both paintings held small amounts of the two goddesses' power. She could have sworn Pele winked at her behind her white and silver shukusen, or lady fan. Next to the screen was a large box, and when she opened it, she saw inside a half dozen kimonos, from Japan! She'd known a lady friend of her father's who'd had some lovely ones, and Jessie'd always wanted one. But these were superb: one was blue silk, with a cream colored obi, the stiff sash around the waist, and a white inner kimono, one with an outer kimono of black with golden and scarlet flames, a crimson inner kimono, and a crimson obi. With all six of these Japanese robes were matching slippers and fans, and the fans were of steel and silk, with cute ornaments dangling from the bases. She sighed when she realized how much silk- a material she loved and thought was beyond gorgeous, as her mother had worn it- she had now: silk fans, silk kimonos, shirts, and saris, silk slippers. She grinned. Next came a box of books, classics by Dickens, Shakespeare (A/N: do not start with me, I read the complete and unabridged Romeo and Juliet about a month after I turned 8, and understood it completely. She's 8 now, remember? I had to wait until school ended, that's why it was a month after.) and she found the greatest books of all: hand written accounts of the adventures of Mina Harker, Rodney Skinner, and Captain Nemo. The stories were written in leather bound notebooks, on lovely, crisp white paper. So much history, so much adventure... From Dorian was a gorgeous white dress- icky!- or so she thought, until she realized it was a tunic, embroidered with her favorite design, the Evenstar, in silver. (A/N: in this fic, Tolkien didn't actually write the Lord of the Rings, but was given the books-written by Frodo and Bilbo- by none other than Jessie!) Tom had given her a violet crystal on a silver chain, about the size of her fist that was practically see-through. As soon as she touched it, it began to glow. Something ticked in the back of her mind, a voice whispering unintelligibly in her head. She sensed a deep well of power in the stone. From Henry was a lovely journal, white satin over wood for the binding, the pages white silk. She gasped in delight and set the book back in the box gently. With it came a card signed by both Henry Jekkyl and Edward Hyde. She knew it was Edward for real, because it didn't match anyone's writing, and the paper held two distinct scents: Henry's, and the scent she'd caught when Henry had first come aboard the Nautilus. She smiled. Edward had also given her a gift: perfume, amber liquid in a diamond bottle, that smelled so heavenly she almost fainted. Oh, my goodness...It was stopped with a stopper made from canary diamonds, and tied around it was a white satin ribbon, tied to a small card. The card read: "Valar Loth" She recognized the language: Elvish. Roughly translated, it meant "Blossoms of Heaven." Wow, Elvish perfume! And from her father was a doll. But not just any doll. What a doll! The perfect doll, a gorgeous baby doll so lifelike, she almost thought it was alive. Such a dolly! She was porcelain, with big blue eyes and cinnamon colored hair, real hair. She had a stuffed body, and she wore the clothes of a page: white stockings, black breeches, white shirt, and blue tunic embroidered in silver. And this doll came with several outfits: more page clothes, uniforms from almost every British regiment in their army, dresses of satin and velvet, silk kimonos, American cowboy clothes, so much stuff. She hugged the doll, then looked to see if there was anything else she'd missed. Her gaze fell on something resting on a rack on the wall, and her jaw dropped. Her mother had been worldly, having been many, many places. One of the places she'd gone was Japan, and while there, she'd learned to fight with the weapon of noble women: naginata, the glaive. And having been deemed, after years of training, the best lady warrior in Japan, the Emperor had given her a glaive, a special glaive. The wood was Teak, the pole maybe five feet long, with a blade eighteen inches long. The butt of the staff was shod with iron, the core filled with lead powder. The blade, under the polished finish, rippled with waves of blue on the steel, showing it to be the finest steel in the world. The blade had always been kept sharp, sharp enough to slice a hair when pressure was applied, and a feather quill when there was none. Jessie took such a feather and holding the glaive respectfully, let it drop down onto the sharp blade. The quill sliced neatly in half. Jessie gasped in awe. Her father had given her this, something so special. She felt an enormous sense of honor and maturity in being given this gift. Placing the naginata lovingly on the rack, she dressed, grabbed her harp and her doll, and went off to breakfast.
* * *
"Well, look who's awake!" Henry cried, grinning. Jessie smiled and sat down next to Allan. Tom waved jauntily, Skinner ruffled her hair, and Mina kissed her cheek. Nemo's lips twitched, his beard effectively hiding his tender smile. The harper set her things on the bench beside her and walked over to Dorian. He looked down at her, one eyebrow raised in condescending inquiry. "Thank you, Dorian, very much. It was a beautiful gift. Thank you, so much." She threw her arms around his waist and hugged him. Dorian froze, trembling, unsure what was going on. A peculiar warmth washed through him, leaving in its wake a tingling sensation. What was this feeling? He put his arms around her, hugging her back. Something flickered in Jessie's eyes, her smile slipped, but then it came back up. No one noticed the slip. The seven-year-old watched through half-closed eyes as Skinner slipped out of the room.
* * *
"Where are they?" Jessie whispered, frightened. Her father, Dorian, Mina, and Tom had all driven off, to stop the bombs' domino effect. She remembered clearly the moment they'd gone off.
(Flashback)
Jessie suddenly felt hot, and began to sweat. Fear overtook her, and in her mind she heard the sound of rocks crumbling on top of each other. In her mind's eye, she first saw a row of dominoes falling one after another, then a billowing fireball. Again she saw Mina, Dorian, Tom, and her father racing away in the white automobile, and Ishmael lying on the floor. She saw Dorian approaching Nemo alone. In her head she heard a startled cry from her mother as suddenly, the images shot through her mind, across her vision so fast they were mere blurs. Her mother was praying in Hindustani, and Jessie understood some of it. Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, watch over my daughter in the face of this madness, watch over her. Something snapped in her vision, a loud echo frightening her. She shrieked, jolting herself awake. She was sleeping in a chair on the deck, and as soon as she woke, she ran to Allan. "We're too late, Daddy." The bombs blew. "We have to stop the chain!" Alan cried. "Nemo! We must stake out one key building." "Of course, and stop the chain of destruction before it destroys the city!" Tom cried. "If I had the coordinates, I could fire a rocket! But I have no way of getting those coordinates." Nemo exclaimed. "What are you talking about?" Henry cried. "Jekkyl's right, it's not possible! I'm an immortal, sir, not a gazelle, how do you expect to outrun this!?" Jessie grabbed Tom's sleeve and pulled him up the ramp while the older members where talking. "Jess, what... the automobile?" "I'm too small to drive it." "Get in, Jess girl!" The two got in the car and raced down the ramp onto the pavement. Sawyer spun the car around, with Jessie clutching his arm in excited fear, and cried, "Care for a spin?" "Sawyer, you're a genius!" Alan cried. "It was Jessie's idea." "Nice work, poppet. Come on, Jekkyl. We'll need Hyde!" "NO!" He cried, "Hyde will never use me again." Henry looked away to avoid seeing Jessie's disappointed expression.
* * *
"Aah!" "Jessie!" The child fell from the speeding car and hit the pavement, trying to avoid the onslaught of gunfire. Alan ordered Tom to turn the car, but Mina cried, "NO! This mission is more important than a single life, Mr. Q. Besides, she'll be fine. You should know your daughter well enough to know that!" Back where Jessie was dodging bullets, the enemy men were impressed by her abilities. They were downright horrified when she cried, "I call upon the wrath of Kali, the Destroyer! Smite my enemies!" The harper ran from the sound of crunching bones and agonized screams as the Dark Goddess trampled upon her foes.
(End flashback)
"Where are they? Why aren't they back yet?" Jessie whispered. Somewhere in her subconscious, a voice was whispering Tom . . . Tom . . . Tom. She shivered, trying to shake the feelings of dread overwhelming her senses. Suddenly, she grabbed her harp from the shelf behind her and took a deep breath. She held it, concentrating on loosening her molecules from their bonds. She felt a sense of warmth, and then nothingness. Looking around, she saw in the distorted vision of her puff-of-air self. Whispering, "Goodbye, Captain, Ishmael, Henry, and Edward," she streamed off over the rail of the Nautilus and chased after Tom.
* * *
Tom groaned, eyes fluttering as he fought unconsciousness. He had to get out of the building, he had to, but why? Something was going to happen to it . . . Jessie . . . . Tom tried desperately to open his eyes, to move, but it was too much effort. Nothing mattered, really, except he sleep, he'd been working so hard and he was so tired . . . .
A sweet, lilting song pierced the fog of exhaustion. Who was that?
"And though the phantoms of this place
want to steal away your grace
I'll sleep beside you through the cold
I will not leave you here
And in this silence I can hear
all the fury and the fear
but I promise you, my love
I will not leave you here
I see, I see, I see
we move with the water
I feel, I feel, I feel
this darkness receding
I see, I see, I see
we flow like the ocean
I feel, I feel,
Oh, God, I don't think I'm breathing."
Tom flexed his fingers, then shoved himself up, propping himself with his elbows. He still couldn't see who was singing, and he had to know. He got to his feet as that glorious angel's voice began singing another song. Tom staggered out of the building, into the street. He saw someone, and nearly fainted. Who was that?!
* * *
There she is, Dorian thought, staring at the angelic beauty before him. This one was so much prettier than Mina, much more desirable. He wanted this golden haired, sapphire eyed witch. And he'd have her. Oh, he would have her. She's all mine.
* * *
Allan staggered towards the Nautilus, where Mina, Henry, and Nemo waited. Tom came from another direction. His injuries were obvious; a concussion, a twisted ankle, the list went on. Mina went to him, but he stepped back, somewhat wary.
"Don't worry; I've had my fill of throats for this evening."
"Jessie's gone!?" Allan cried, turning the heads of the other League members. "Where the bloody hell is my daughter!?" Captain Nemo shrugged, obviously distressed at the news he'd given to Quartermain. Mina and the others trotted over. Mina and Henry exchanged a glance, then the doctor looked away, an expression of pain written on his face. Deep inside his subconscious, Edward Hyde began to rage. Within Mina's soul, the soul of the vampire demanded blood. Tom's expression was grim, his eyes determined. Someone had taken the one most precious to them. That person would pay.
"Skinner must have taken her, I don't even want to imagine for what. We'll get her back, Mr. Quartermain. Have faith." Nemo murmured, then turned at a loud noise. "What in Kali's name?"
"What is that?"
"The sound of treachery!"
* * *
Jessie stirred, awakening from her drugged sleep. Her actions during the battle had taken their toll, exhausting her. She'd dropped, practically unconscious, at the feet of her father's employer. Now, she was awake, and starting to freak. She was tied to a steel pole, in the dark, by ropes so thick she couldn't hope to cut through them. She was still too tired to use her powers, and couldn't untie the knots. She was in trouble.
Where am I? How in the world did I get here? Okay, concentrate, try to find Daddy. She stilled her frantically thundering heart and began to breathe deeply, evenly, trying to separate herself from her body. Her mind unhinged itself from her brain, floating around the room. She was in a workroom of the Nautilus, in the bottom or very near it of the magnificent submarine. She knew that because the vents used for bailing incoming water were on the floor and on one wall, the wall behind her, actually. That almost made her freak out, but she bit her lip and managed to keep calm.
Her mind wandered up through the ceiling, up and up, to where Nemo, Henry, Mina, Tom, and her father sat. Her father's face was dropped into his hands, and he looked suddenly old, very old. She'd always thought of her father as being so big and strong, but there he looked small and weak. He was probably worried about her. The phonograph was playing a message from M, something that seemed... chillingly malevolent. She realized suddenly what at least part of her dream meant, and why she was here. M was a bad guy, and probably both Dorian and Skinner were working for him. She shivered back in her body, feeling the cool tears coursing down her cheeks at the thought of the betrayal, and watched as Nemo lunged forward and overturned the machine. A deafening boom brought her back to her body, and she looked around and tried to scream. She realized she was gagged. Water was rushing into the room, already up past her ankles. She was in a lot of trouble.
DADDY!!!