Her name was Luisa, and she sat, shaking, under her quilt in an ambulance while being checked by paramedics, and not really liking the whole situation. The officers had determined she was the eldest daughter, 15 years old, of the couple inside. Her 8-year old sister Jericho, was gone. Luisa didn't respond to any questions, but her lack of worry for her sister told the officers she in fact knew where she was. She observed hordes of people in uniform coming and going from her house, and neighbours starting to gather.

"Hey there," someone said, approaching. His voice was comforting and smooth, and he seemed welcoming and pleasant. He looked like a friendly cop. "My name is detective Vartann, and I have to bring you to the station so we can ask you some questions, is that alright?" Luisa looked at him for a minute. Suddenly she seemed and looked like a frightened, vulnerable child no older than five. She looked at her home, where she knew her parents were, and back at the detective. She was about to say yes, but then refrained from speaking, and just nodded. He led her to his car.

Detective Vartann realized that he wasn't going to crack her on the 20-minute drive, so he decided to put her at ease by talking. About what, he didn't really know. He just started talking nonchalantly about random topics as much unrelated to what Luisa just experienced as he could muster. His car radio, New York, and the silly blabbering radio station DJ's before shutting it off. He looked over to the stone-faced girl and thought he was making an absolute idiot of himself, and shut up for his own sanity.

As he spoke, Luisa tried to detect if he had an accent. She wasn't entirely sure but the way he spoke seemed foreign but neighborly. She glanced deadly out the window at the lack of goings-on in the dawn of day, and when he stopped talking, it was like she snapped back into reality. Vividly, a flash of dead mom and dying dad flew through her head. Then blood, thick blood, chasing her up the stairs. She looked at him, petrified, and, asked him silently to please, please keep on talking.

At her request, and the first sound of her frightened voice, Vartann with a more established confidence and verification, started talking about Niagara Falls; while Luisa continued to contently stare out the window.