"Listen, Scott, Siouxsie, I'm sorry about falling apart like a total dumbshit. You guys needed me and I was useless," sighed Ashly. Ash rubbed the back of his neck. He was trembling, still scared of Shelly and Cheryl. Who could blame Ashly?

"I'm sure if Shelly attacked Fable, you would have snapped out of whatever and kicked some Deadite ass," said Siouxsie, rubbing Ash's back and giving his the lightest kiss on his neck. He imagined that would be the kind of kiss a butterfly would give.

Scott stepped out of the door, the flashlight's beam of milky yellow light stabbed into the inky darkness that had fallen over the woods and cabin. "If I find a way out of here, I'll mark it and then come back," said Scott. Siouxsie and Ashly nodded. Siouxsie would have loved to go out herself, face these shit head Deadites head on but Fable needed her mother and father. "Then if I'm not back here in a few hours...if for some reason...well, if I don't come back, grab Fable, and just get her the hell out of here."

The three nodded in agreement. That was the plan. Siouxsie knew that Deadites had no plan aside from killing and mucking up a nice weekend away from the city. "You're a good man," said Ash.

"Good? I'm the best," chuckled Scott. Neither Mister nor Misses Williams laughed at that. "Fable needs you just as much as she needs Siouxsie. I'm the only one lest who can go out there and find a way out. You have no choice but to stay here. Siouxsie has no choice but to stay here. For Fable's sake."

Both Mister and Misses Williams smiled good-bye to Scott as he stepped deeper into the woods. Ashly closed the door, pressing his back against the door. "Should we check on Fable?" Ashly asked Siouxsie. She nodded.

Ash opened the door and a crack of light spilled over the bassinet. Fable lay there, cooing. He and Siouxsie let out a breath of relief. She was still alive. Not sure what would have killed her but she was alive. Ashly and Siouxsie looked down at the bassinet, looked into Fable's big brown eyes. She shot her arms up at Ash. "Dada."

"Yes, Dada. Dada, Fable," cooed her father, putting his face between her arms. She pulled on his sideburns. Barely a tug, but Ashly still gave a chuckle.

"Dada!" repeated Fable. "Mama!"

Ash looked up at his wife. "We have such a smart baby," he smiled. Tears spilled from his eyes, a mixture of the horror and pride.

"Chair chair."

Ashly looked to Siouxsie. Siouxsie looked to Ash. Chair Chair was Fable's name for her aunt. "Oh, sweetheart, Chair Chair might not make it through the night," said Siouxsie. Sure, Fable was still a baby but sometimes kids remember more than you think.

Ash pulled his head from the bassinet as tears rolled down his cheeks in a line. "Dada?"

He could no longer hide his fear and anxiety. Ashly wasn't sure how Siouxsie was able to stay so fucking calm and collected. Ash turned his attention to his baby daughter and spoke to her in a whisper. He did not want his wife or his daughter to hear his voice quiver. "Dada's right here, Fable. Dada will always be here," whispered Ashly. "Dada loves you, Fable."

Fable wasn't at an age where she could form sentences but she gave Ash a smile that more than returned his I love you. Her eye lids closed and he kissed each lid. Dada and Mama moved silently out of the room. Ashly closed the door behind him and the fear from a few hours ago, suddenly engulfed him once more.