Wow, hi. Okay. BIG announcements! BIG!

1) Chapter three. Holy shit. That was horrible. I'm sorry. Hannah was supposed to be confused. I don't think that came across as well as I'd intended. It WILL tie in. ...somehow.

2) My friend, PlushiePhone-x (spelled exactly as such), has started Jeremy's P.O.V. It's titled "I Have a Glass Jaw." It'll give the half of the story you're missing from this one.

3) Zezzy202 is writing a story where the reader is Purple Guy's child. Her and I did a sort of crossover rp of this fanfiction and hers, which has not only greatly shifted my interest back to this story and writing in general, but also gave me a better grasp on Hannah's personality. Hopefully that will help.

4) I named myself after Fritz's sister, not the other way around. Weird, I know. Will gladly share the long story with anyone who wants to know, but it's long and I don't feel like typing it out here :\

"Sh-she's…" Daddy covers his open mouth with both hands and I watch his plastic flashlight crash to the floor. It doesn't shatter, though there is a very obvious crack where the handle meets the actual light.

"I'm sorry, Jere. I really gotta go…"

"R-right, yeah. T-tell them we'll visit a-after work. I-I hope B-Bexley's okay."

Fritz's running would've made me laugh if it wasn't for the fact that he looks so sad doing it. He looks really sad. I wonder where he's going?

"Daddy?" My green eyes trail up to meet his own full of concern.

"Fritz's sister g-got a b-big booboo a-and he needs to make sure sh-she's okay."

"So their daddy's going to give her a big kiss?"

For a moment, he looks a bit confused, but soon Daddy's face falls into a position that shows his eyes watering, but not completely sad. "It's...i-it's not that kind of b-booboo…" He squats down in front of me so that our eyes are level with each other. "This b-booboo is a l-lot more s-serious. I-it hurts too much t-to f-fix with a kiss."

I blink. But kisses fix everything. W-what kind of booboo can't be fixed with a kiss?

Daddy runs a hand through my purple-hued hair as a smile is forced upon his face. It...it doesn't look real. Even when he's sad, I can't tell the difference, but now it doesn't look real at all. Daddy, what's going on?

"I-it's okay, Hannah. We're going to go see her when I'm d-done with work. Okay?"

I nod, slowly. It doesn't feel okay, but Daddy said it will be, even if his smile says no. He straightens his legs and returns to the desk where his tablet rests. I try peeking behind at the screen, but his back is really big and blocks most of it from view. Even craning my neck won't help...except to make it sore.

Daddy's head turns with a small smile and he lifts me up onto his lap. Much better! Now I can see the...people? Not normal people, but people with doctor coats and needles…

I don't like needles…

One of the needles is brought up to a monkey that's slumped against the side of its cage- its arm in particular, and I have to look away from that spot. Another person's head is positioned so he can stare into a zebra's ear. Several other animals are lined against the wall in jail-looking cages; a few more are on tables and sneezing while three mini replicas of the ones on the tables…

Wait…

"BABIES!" I squeal and jump up-and-down on Daddy's leg. "Those are babies!"

I can hear Daddy softly chuckle as the screen zooms in on one of the little balls of fur- two bear-things and a rat, I think. A bottle is cooped up in Bear 1's mouth while Bear 2's eyes are squeezed shut and Rat plays with a bright red jingly ball.

"Th-those are the new b-borns. Mia and Chang are p-panda twins a-and the other is a siberian t-tiger…" He keeps droning on about what they are and what they do, and sure, they're cute, but Daddy's voice is what catches me. There's something wrong with it. I don't know what, but there's something different and it doesn't sound good. I don't like it.

"-s-so sometimes their food bowls get moved to-"

"Daddy?" I cut him off and his eyes freeze for a moment before turning to me. "Are you okay?"

The smile that had been there before falls down into something not quite a frown, but definitely not happy. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. W-what m-makes you ask?" His green eyes dart around wildly, like following a little mouse that can hop and skip around the room.

"You don't look happy." I don't get it. She's Fritz's sister, not Daddy's. It's bad she has a booboo, but Daddy doesn't need to worry. I haven't even met her! Daddy, stop worrying!

I can hear him sigh, though it's followed by a little cough and he sets me back down on the floor.

"You sound sick." He does! He keeps coughing, a tear trailing down his cheek with every breath of air.

"I-I'm okay. I j-just n-need some...s-some water!"

And with that, my dad races out of this room and down the hallway.

Part of me wants to follow him, but another is scared. Without Daddy, someone could kick me out. Then he wouldn't know where I am and bad things could happen! It's best to just sit here and wait.

Two hands up and I'm back on the chair, though it's a lot bigger without Daddy's lap as a cushion. I can't even see over the desk! My dark green eyes decide to dart around the room instead- a clock on the bland wall, a bunch of chairs everywhere, some books over in the corner (none with pictures); not much to do but swing my feet.

"Tomorrow is Monday," I think to myself while watching the second hand tick. "I wonder what'll happen at school? My homework's all done and all the animals are fed, so no chores! Maybe Daddy will give me back my Barbies today!"

I sat like that for awhile, mind paused on the thought of getting back toys until Daddy came back with a little greeny chunky stuff on the corner of his lip.