"What did I tell you?"
Morgan and Bo looked at their Father in surprise, although, if they admitted it, they knew he would be there. Morgan quickly looked around, grabbing an almost empty glass of water from the table, improvising an excuse. "Bo wanted a glass of water."
Graham turned to Merrill, who had a curved smile dangling on his lips. "This isn't funny."
"I didn't say a word," Merrill replied, although it was plainly obvious he found the situation amusing.
Graham took the glass from Morgan and moved to the kitchen sink, disposing of the fluid and refilling it with some tap water. He turned back to the children, passing the water to Bo, who took it sheepishly. "Now, we all know why you're both down here."
"I was thirsty," Bo simply answered.
Graham shook his head.
Bo tried again. "Because there's a monster under my bed?"
"No," Graham shook his head again, turning to probably the most appetizing chocolate cake ever known to mankind. "You were going to eat this."
The children were silent for a moment, until Bo spoke. "It was Morgan's idea."
"Bo!" Morgan exclaimed, before turning back to Graham, although not quite looking him in the eyes. "I... Bo was --"
"Thirsty?" Graham rolled his eyes. "Get to bed. You both have school tomorrow."
"But, Dad --" Morgan protested before being hushed.
"Come on. I'll take you," Merrill finally chipped in, ushering them towards the door. But as the three of them got closer, there was an eerie clicking noise that sounded all too familiar. The whole family stopped. Their eyes roamed the room, exchanging glances. For a while, none of them spoke... they didn't move... in fact, the only sound was that of Morgan's breathing.
"Morgan... when did you switch that on?" Graham asked, indicating the flashing baby monitor that was kept on one of the side tables.
Morgan shook his head, obviously disturbed. "I didn't."
Once again, the family exchanged their looks, and the clicking continued. Bo slowly walked to the baby monitor but didn't touch it. She turned to her family.
"I dreamed this..."