A/N: Song in parenthesis by the Petshop Boys, a classic. I know it's Shego centric at the moment, but I do want to shed light on Shego's brothers at some point in the story - which you will see! But for now, please enjoy a very Shego chapter.

Chapter 4- A Nightmare on Parkside

or:

"Two Divided By Zero"

March 1986:

"No!" Sheila shrieked, sitting upright on the couch. Her eyes were laced with panic, until she processed and reflected on what just happened. It was currently three in the morning, she was on her couch, and had just had a nightmare about her father again.

Breathing heavily, Sheila made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of tap water. After a few gulps, she managed to calm herself down. This was the third nightmare this week, but the tenth nightmare this month. The month was about to end in a few days, and although nightmares did come up often - it was a Go family trait - it was never this often.

It was unspoken. An open secret. Everyone had nightmares. She remembered being comforted when she was little over nightmares. But now she isn't so little anymore. Perhaps these nightmares were also happening because of the rising crime rates in the neighborhood. It did not help that with the new introduction of twenty four hour news, they were able to see the horrors on a little TV screen consistently. Their mother left it in the background all the time, and Sheila was convinced that it had messed with her psyche indefinitely.

The tree house was taking way too long for her, and it was weighing on her mind.

Also the Go Family learned that their father was having trouble working long hours, and that they have been reduced. Therefore, there was less money coming in on his end. Most of his money was for himself and his alcohol, anyway - which Sheila wanted to take care of but because last time she couldn't - so most of their income was coming from Henry and their mother. There still had to be food on the table, and the twins needed a babysitter and-

Sheila immediately buried her face in a pillow. It stressed her out just thinking about it.

Melvin definitely noticed the change in her behavior. Then again, he noticed everything. Hell, she's convinced her baby brothers knew something was wrong. That was probably more so of the fact that Sheila would flinch a bit whenever Wes and Wen tried to reach up toward her to be held. Henry probably noticed as well, because it wouldn't be the first time she acted strange - he seemed naive, but he had the eyes of a hawk. Sighing to herself, she put the TV on a very low volume and curled up on the couch. She felt herself dip in and out of consciousness as the cooking show on TV began to drone on and on.

Eventually, it all fell to black.

"Wake up Shelly, we're running late!" Sheila groggily woke up to the sound of Melvin's voice from the couch to see that the sun was out. Sitting up, she realized that there was a small blanket on top of her and frowned. That was funny, she didn't remember having a blanket on top of her when she went back to sleep last night. Her mind was still foggy. What on earth happened last night? "Shelly! Get dressed already!" Melvin's voice cut through.

Sheila blinked rapidly and threw the blanket off. "Oh right, sorry..." She ran off into the bathroom to get changed. When she caught sight of her appearance in the mirror, she was horrified – at the mere age of eleven, soon to be twelve, she knew she shouldn't have dark circles under her eyes.

"What's her deal? She seemed spooked," Sheila heard Melvin say in the living room.

"...I have no idea." That was Henry. "I hope she'll tell us eventually."

Sheila sighed deeply. It probably wouldn't be long until he did figure something out. After two minutes, Sheila came back from the bathroom, not making eye contact with her brothers.

"Sheila, you'll pick up the twins today, right?"

Sheila looked at Melvin, with a frown. "I thought you were coming with me?"

He shook his head. "I have to stay after school and work with people on a project."

Now Sheila turned to Henry. "What happened to not letting either of us go alone? And you're okay with him staying out late?"

"I'm waiting by the school until seven, where Henry will pick me up during his break," said Melvin. Sheila pressed her lips together. This was probably the only time she would be able to pick up the twins all by herself without Melvin with her.

"Yeah whatever," she said absentmindedly. Henry and Melvin exchanged another look of concern as she made her way out the door. But when she opened it, a person unfamiliar to her showed up on her doorstep. "Who the hell are you?"

The girl stood there, unsure of what to do. "Huh?"

"Lindsay!" Henry was surprised. He ran over to her and stepped in front of Sheila with a large smile. "What are you uh... what are you doing here? Wait a second, how did you find this place?" Sheila glared at Henry and then back at the girl. She came to the conclusion that her brother was attracted to the girl, and vice-versa. Usually whenever a girl entered Henry's life, it provided him with a distraction.

"Nathan told me," Lindsay explained, beaming. She wrapped her arms around Henry's neck, making Sheila roll her eyes and gag. "Was wondering if you wanted to walk with me?" She leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips.

"I'd love to," Henry said.

"Gag me with a spoon," said Sheila, making a face at the lovely couple. She brushed past them and made her way out the door.

"Sheila... your hand is shaking," Felicity pointed out during math class.

So it was.

Sheila gripped her pencil tighter to try and suppress the shaking. She didn't eat breakfast this morning because she was in such a rush. There were times when her hand would shake - which was mostly due to low blood sugar and little sleep. "Right, thanks. I really didn't notice."

"Don't have a cow," Felicity chided lightly, a bit taken aback by her snappiness. "Do you wanna go to the park after school? A couple of others are coming and they wanted me to invite you. Shane is bringing his boombox with him."

"Some of us have responsibilities, like picking up our little brothers from daycare," Sheila said sharply.

"Jesus, you are having a cow."

"I am not—"

"You know, we never hangout anymore," Felicity said sadly. And it was true. "You've been really distant lately, and I'm worried."

Sheila sighed. "I just haven't been feeling the best lately. I just had to see my older brother kiss his... girlfriend? I don't even know, but I have a bad feeling about her."

Felicity gasped. "Melvin has a girlfriend!?"

"No, I'm talking about Henry," Sheila clarified, rolling her eyes. "And Melvin wouldn't date someone like her."

"Sheila," the teacher at the front's voice was sharp, loud, and got everyone's attention. "Instead of yapping away and disrupting the class, how about you learn something for once?" Since this was a sixth grade classroom, and middle schoolers were notorious for being immature, the class burst into ooos at the sound of a teacher reprimanding a student. "That's enough!"

Sheila couldn't help but chuckle at this. "I think that you're causing more of a disruption. No one was really paying attention until you brought it up." The teacher went red in the face from anger as the students burst into a fit of laughter that filled the whole room. Felicity was the only one who wasn't laughing, however, more that she was astounded that her best friend talked back like this. She really shouldn't have been surprised, it wouldn't be the first time Sheila was mouthy to a teacher.

"Don't give me backtalk. Oh, and don't roll your eyes at me," the teacher retorted, her lips forming into a thin line. Sheila did so again out of spite. "Stop rolling your damn eyes!"

Sheila chuckled, her voice dripping with irritation: "Why are you still talking to me? We could be learning algebra but you're still fighting me on this."

"No, you're the one still fighting!" The teacher snapped. She shook her head in disbelief. "You know what? I'm tired of you. Just get out of my classroom."

Sheila smirked and rose from her seat gracefully, holding her backpack on one shoulder. As she was making her way to the exit, she turned around right at the threshold of the door and said: "Oh, and by the way, 'coefficient' has two 'fs' in it, bitch." Sheila immediately fled the classroom before the teacher could retaliate while the classroom reacted wildly, falling into hoots of giggling and loud laughter.

For the next five minutes, she wandered the hallways. Eventually, she passed by the classroom Melvin was in. She caught Melvin's eye and instantly started to walk faster. Unfortunately, Melvin had asked to leave the classroom and had caught up with her.

"What the heck are you doing out of class?" Melvin squawked.

Sheila didn't say anything for a second, before smirking at him. "I can ask you the same thing."

"No you can't, you know why I'm out here. I'm out here because you're out here with your bag, and I want to know why you're out here, which made me come out here to make sure you're not to get back in-"

"Shut up you're making my brain hurt," Sheila snapped. She noticed her hand began to shake again and did her best to control it. "I got kicked out. Now can you please..."

"Wait what?" Melvin interrupted. "How did you get kicked out?" Sheila didn't say anything. Realization dawned on Melvin's face. "What did you do?!"

"You know me, I mouthed off to her because she's been getting on my nerves. Embarrassed me in front of the whole class, I wasn't bothering anyone. She's the one who disrupted the learning. So I told her to spell coefficient right and called her a bitch, and left."

"You called her a bitch?" Melvin's face was the definition of horror. He face-palmed and sighed. "Oh god, you're getting a phone call home."

"And? What the hell is mom going to do? Nothing, as usual. She really could be picking up the twins, but no..."

"Hey, lay off mom, alright?" Melvin defended, frowning at his sister. "She's trying her best and trying to work for the damn tree house you won't shut up about. I don't see you doing anything lately but getting into trouble."

Sheila felt her blood boil. "When are you going to realize that mom isn't going to do shit for you?"

"When are you going to realize that you're being ungrateful for what you do have?" Melvin fired back.

She laughed sardonically. "Oh yeah, I should totally be grateful for mom looking the other way when dad almost busted my nose the other week." She smiled venomously at Melvin. "But yeah, she's the number one mom." The smile instantly disappeared in a flash, replaced by a cold frown. "Let me know how it goes when dad hits you again, momma's boy."

The words stung.

She wouldn't let him have the last word. She stormed down a flight of stairs.

"She-lah, up!" Wen ordered, his arms raised up as they were approaching their home. Sheila took note of the police sirens in the distance and frowned. Already? It wasn't even night time yet. "She-lah!" Sheila instantly gripped her two hands on each of the twin's hands a little tighter..

"In a second, Wen, we have to get inside first," she said kindly. Her voice was naturally more high pitched whenever she was speaking to the twins. "We're almost there now, see? Just hold my hands until we get inside." Upon entering their home, she saw something that she did not expect to see, and it made her see red. Right there in the flesh, was her mother sitting their on the couch, with a less than pleased look on her face. Sheila let go of the twins' hands and shut the door behind her, glaring at her mother. "Why are you home?"

"I was let off work early," her mother stated, her glare just as cold as her daughter's. "Thank god I was... because I just got a call from your school."

Oh shit.

Wes and Wen looked on, confused, but stayed quiet.

Sheila crossed her arms, not amused. "You could've picked up the twins today."

"Don't change the subject! You called a teacher a bitch?" Sheila glanced over at the twins, who merely stared blankly.

"She embarrassed me in front of everyone, I wasn't even doing anything!" Sheila protested, frowning. "She can't even spell right. Why is she a teacher?"

"I don't even wanna look at you right now. Go take your brothers to their bedroom and stay with them."

This time, Sheila really couldn't help but laugh. "Oh now you're doing something. That's so funny. Seems like you're never here unless you want to make me feel bad about myself or to take care of the twins. Something you should be doing, not me." Nonetheless, she did what her mother told her to do. Lifting up Wen with one arm while holding Wes' hand with her free one. Once she placed them in the room, she slammed the door shut. Taking one of Melvin's pillows, she screamed into it and eventually punched it, filled with rage. She threw the pillow to the ground and sat on the floor with her fists curled up.

"She doesn't get it," she spat, shaking her head. "And Melvin defends her..." Ugh, the whole thing made her head want to explode. Then, she felt a small tug on her sleeve. She looked to see that Wes wrapped his little arms around her neck. She couldn't help but chuckle at the thoughtfulness.

"Group hug!" Wen suddenly exclaimed, tackling his big sister with all his might. Now she was in hysterics, laughing loudly. It was so amazing how these two boys really lit up her world. "Love you!" They both yelled.

Sheila kissed the top of their heads. "Love you more." For the next hour, she played with her little brothers. For the time being, she wondered how this was affecting them. They were going to be three years old in a few months, and Sheila wondered if they'll forget about these awful screams within many years from now if something were to suddenly happen. Would it come to haunt them many many years from now when they were adults? They knew that their eldest siblings were getting hurt, at least. But did they know who? And why? That there wasn't even a reason why?

Unfortunately for her, good things weren't meant to last. To her shock and horror, her father had arrived home early. And apparently, her mother was telling him what happened with Sheila in school. That alone pissed Sheila off, because most times when did get in trouble, her mother wouldn't tell her father. This time was different, and now she was going to pay for it.

"Sheila!" Her father shouted. "Get in here right now!"

Sheila went pale. She wasn't going to be able to hide from this. She lifted her brothers one at a time, and placed them in their crib. "I'll be back soon, okay? Don't worry, I'll be okay..." She knew on the surface that they didn't understand. She hoped that they never did. Swallowing her anxieties - and the nightmares that began to play in her head - she stepped out of her brother's bedroom.

Her father yanked her by her arm and threw her against the wall. The force was so sudden and unexpected that it caught Sheila off guard. She groaned and slid down against the wall in pain. Luckily for her, her father didn't continue to hurt her, at least physically. His words, however, weren't exempt. "You need to keep your fucking mouth shut. Do you understand?" God, Sheila's back was aching. Her father lifted her chin not lightly to make her look him in the eyes. "I said do you understand me?" Sheila nodded quickly, blinking back the tears. She looked over to see her mother wasn't even looking at her. Instead, she was staring straight at the TV. That alone gave her a little bit of adrenaline, a little bit of strength: to be extremely pissed off. Her father walked back to where he was sitting before.

Suddenly, a cry came from the bedroom. Sheila looked over to see that neither of her parents were moving. She clenched her jaw tightly shut so she wouldn't lose her temper and scream. One of the twins were crying and she could hardly move! Struggling to get up, she made her way to the bedroom - despite the fact that her back was in pain - and saw that Wen had escaped the crib, and that he tripped and fell on the floor.

"What happened?" Sheila cooed, helping Wen up. "Did you hurt yourself?"

Wen showed her the scratch on his knee. "Hurts bad..."

Sheila sighed and her eyes softened. "I know, it must hurt bad." She went and got the first-aid kit that was always available. Reaching out a band-aid, she placed it on his knee. "There you go. It's all better now." Wen still had tears welled up in his eyes as he sniffled. Sheila smiled warmly. "Oh, I almost forgot!" She lightly kissed it. "How about now? It's better now." Wen managed to crack a smile at this. Sheila wiped the tears out of his eyes and picked him up to place him back in his crib. "Don't leave this crib, okay?" For some reason, that mischievous grin that began to appear on Wen's face told her that he wasn't to be trusted. So instead she got her notebook out and decided to do some homework while keeping an eye on him.

Henry had dropped off Melvin a few hours later. It would be a massive understatement that it was one of the worst times of his life. He knew that Henry and Lindsay had been seeing each other for a few weeks - Henry would not shut up at night talking about her, and unfortunately, Melvin had to listen since they shared a room. Today on the way home he had talked endlessly about her; to be frank, the last thing he wanted to hear about was girls.

Melvin's eyes cast on Sheila in the kitchen, who was unusually quiet. Truthfully, he had been concerned all week about her – but then remembered that they were technically still mad at each other. He wouldn't lie; her words from earlier stung hard. She just didn't get their mother, she never could. But he could – he always understood her on a level that Sheila could not.

So the silent treatment was a new tactic Sheila was using. Melvin sighed in regret. Of course. Of course that's what she was doing. But strangely enough - and something that made him very, very nervous - was the fact that his father was home. Melvin gulped, not wanting to get into any altercation.

"Just go to your room," his father barked at him. Melvin didn't need to be told twice. It's not like their father was hitting Sheila, that would've been different. Instead, he was watching TV. Giving one last look at Sheila - who wasn't looking at him - he went into his bedroom without saying a word.

"Good you're home," was what Henry heard from his mother the second he walked through the door, home from work. She hugged him and said, "Watch them. We'll be home later, okay?"

"Wait, wait, wait, what?" Henry was totally lost. "Where are you guys going?"

"Your father and I are going for a night out... somewhere along 42nd street," she answered. Henry bit his lip. He knew what went on that street. "We should be back soon. Okay?"

Henry spotted Sheila on the couch. "What's wrong with Shelly?" he whispered.

To that, she rolled his eyes. "She's got an attitude problem. Got into trouble today. Your father... he..." Now she looked a bit guilty. "...took care of it." She sighed at this, rubbing her forehead. "Just... watch over them. We have to go now..." With that, she and her husband left.

Henry found Sheila sitting on the couch with her knees drawn to her chest. She was not crying, no, but she did look very distant.

Henry eyed her skeptically. "How are you holding up?" Sheila looked straight ahead. Tapping her fingernails against the table, she shrugged, not saying anything about the matter. Henry frowned; the worst responses were the distant ones, because he didn't know what to think. "Shelly, I know I haven't been home as much lately. I'm sorry about the tree house taking a little longer than expected." Sheila's eyes went to the floor, finding it fascinating. Henry observed closely, something wasn't sitting right with her. "We'll be okay, you know. We will." Nothing. Not a peep from her. Henry leaned back in his chair. He knew that this happened sometimes. She'll speak up when she's ready. In the meantime, he began to read the newspaper that was left on the table.

"...passed by a wide margin of 21 to 14," Henry read quietly to himself. He hummed a bit at the revelation. "Could never understand this stuff, Melvin was always good at understanding-"

"You weren't here," Sheila finally said after a few minutes, surprisingly soft. Henry immediately brought his attention to her, surprised that she could speak so softly. Her eyes met his, and they weren't cold and narrowed like they usually were. Her eyes were wide and hurt. Henry put the newspaper that he was reading down, ready to listen intently. She sat pretzel style and cupped her hands around her face, her arms resting on her knees. "You were working. I... I get that, I really do... but it's hard."

Henry nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Shelly." Something told him there was more to it.

There was. "You know mom didn't even bother trying to stop him this time," Sheila told him, her eyes filled with betrayal. Henry couldn't say that he was shocked. He could pretend to like he always had done, but now was not the time. He nodded for her to continue. She gives a simple nod back, her eyes returning to the floor once more. "Yeah... she didn't scream or anything. She just watched." Now, her voice was shaking with anger. Her glare was so intense, it nearly frightened Henry. "She watched, Henry. And when he was done, she didn't even bother to help me up. She just sat there like a zombie. And then Wen started to cry from your room because he tripped. She didn't bother to get up. I was the one who did."

Henry understood. He didn't know whether or not to be relieved that Melvin wasn't caught up in that situation. He was too busy after school working on a project with a few partners. It was a double-edged sword. If he were home, he would be able to take care of the twins with Sheila since their mother was not stable, but he would definitely be injured by their father.

"She just stopped caring," Sheila marveled, her voice hard. "Or maybe she never did in the first place. She'd say things like, 'oh my poor babies,' or something else as sad, but she never had any action behind it." Henry concluded that she had a point. "I could never tell Melvin this," she added in a whisper. She huffed angrily and rolled her eyes. "He just doesn't see it. He's such a momma's boy, it's annoying."

"Melvin and mom have always been close," Henry told her. "That's probably why. They're a lot closer in personalities."

"Mel wouldn't leave me to rot if dad was beating the crap out of me," Sheila spat angrily. "He'd always think of me, putting my interests first, hell, putting everyone else in his life first, with him coming second." She paused, a thought entering her mind. "This is so weird to say but god, I wish he could be selfish for once."

"Don't say that…"

"Henry, people change," Sheila pressed, crossing her arms. "I just wish he'd stop seeing the good in people, but at the same time, it's just..." Her voice tread off at the end there, not even wanting to complete that thought. "I wish Melvin could see that mom isn't that reliable."

"She could be, well… she used to be," Henry corrected. "When Melvin was around three..." Henry started off, preparing to tell a long story. He cleared his throat. "That's when things started to get bad, at least from what I remember. Dad wasn't attacking me as much as Melvin, so he would frequently get night terrors and scream, that woke me and mom up. Dad couldn't care less. Anyway, when Melo would scream, mom and I tried to calm him down. Mom knew better than I did, held him and sang to him until he fell asleep, it always worked."

"I remember hearing screaming in the middle of the night," Sheila said. Henry wondered if that was one of her first memories, and grew sad at the thought. "But I assumed it's because dad's doing the hurting."

"In a way, he still is," Henry said sadly. He remembered Melvin having trouble breathing because of how freaked he was by these nightmares. "The point is; he always craved attention from her, and he's just hopeful she'll go back to being that mother." He chuckled a bit, another memory entering his mind. "You were too fussy as a baby, you hated to be held. You wanted to be independent right away."

Sheila smiled a bit at that, she was even cool as a baby. "Remember when the weasels started learning how to walk?" Sheila referred to the twins as 'weasels' sometimes, an affectionate nickname that she and her older brothers came up with. Henry nodded fondly, cracking a smile as she continued, "Wen fell over a few times, he was a little behind, but Wes would always help him and encourage him with his babbling."

"It's like they have their own language," Henry remarked, making Sheila laugh. "I still remember when they spoke for the first time. Wes pointed at me and said 'Hen!' I was so happy..."

"So happy that you nearly cried," Sheila said cheekily.

"Hey!" Henry exclaimed, but he was a little amused. "It was an emotional day. How about the time Wendell said 'hi!' as his first word when you walked through the door from school? You're telling me you didn't get emotional?"

Shelia grinned sheepishly. "I guess I did..." She paused thoughtfully. "I'd do anything for them, you know..."

"I know," Henry said, sounding unusually seldom. "That worries me."

"What?" Sheila frowned deeply. He didn't say anything right away, pressing his lips together in intense thought. She had this unshakable, baffled expression. "How is that worrying? You make it seem like a bad thing."

"It's exactly what you said," Henry said. "The lengths you're willing to go," he said, finally looking at his little sister with worry. "Sheila, you've stolen food from the cafeteria, you stole money from church-"

"That was one time," Sheila defended.

"...and you sold dad's beer," Henry continued, as if she didn't interrupt him. "Shell, you could get in serious trouble, what if one day that catches up to you? When will it be enough?"

"Jesus, Henry, it's not like I'm doing this for the sake of being bad!" Sheila snapped irritably, her fist curled up. She laid her head in that fist, regretting exploding like that. "God..."

"You haven't been sleeping lately," Henry said. It was a statement, not a question. Sheila merely looked at him. Henry didn't back down. "I'm not wrong, am I? You're having nightmares." Her eyes were cast back down, completely withdrawn. Henry sighed at this. Back to square one. "I saw you fall asleep to the TV the other night." Sheila's eyes snapped up immediately. "Yeah, I put the blanket on you. You always shiver after nightmares."

"How come you were up?" Sheila questioned quietly.

"I get nightmares too," said Henry. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"This isn't like I'm under five and like Melvin where I need to be cuddled," Sheila clarified. "I'm almost twelve."

"You never liked that cuddly stuff. But you should talk about them," Henry pointed out. "Or at least find a way to express it."

"What, and pray like you do?" Sheila retorted bitterly. Henry blinked at her, so she explained further. "I hear you at night, and sometimes I wonder if anyone up there is really listening."

He could understand where she's coming from, but it was still sad that someone her age had to have a thought like that.

"I think there is," said Henry. "I mean, there has to be. We're still standing, aren't we?"

"Barely," admitted Sheila. Her eyes cast down. "So you just hope for a miracle? Is that what it is?"

"Something's coming, I just know it," was Henry's way of answering. His eyes glimmered with hope. "Whether it be from that tree house, or maybe something down the line... who knows? I just feel it." He paused, looking over. "What are these nightmares like?"

Sheila was shocked by the blunt question. "Um... what are yours like?"

Henry gave her a knowing look. "I asked you first." Sheila glared at him, making him sigh. "But I'll answer first. But you have to answer next. Got it?" Sheila nodded. "Okay." He cleared his throat, scanning his brain for the exact nightmare that had been haunting him. "I'm running in nothing. The background is all white. There's no corners or anything so there's nowhere to hide. It's an endless field of nothing, I don't know, it's really weird. But I can't do anything but run. But eventually there's a sudden weight on my knees that drags me down and I'm forced to stop and rest. That's when dad shows up and just kicks me to the ground. He kicks over and over and then I close my eyes and then open them to see I've been transported into a graveyard. And with every kick, is dirt that's being buried on top of me. Just as I'm about to be buried alive, I wake up."

Sheila just stared at him with what was probably wonder and disturbance. "That's... interesting," she struggled at what was considered appropriate to say. Awkward silence passed by for just a moment. Then, she spoke up: "Mine is a lot more... haunting in a creepy way. I'm just hiding under a bed and then he yanks me from underneath it and my nails are scratching the floor because I'm trying to fight back. Then I'm on top of something, like a high building. Then I see dad and the twins. He's grabbing the two of them, and then..." Her breathing became shallow. "...then he drops them off the building. It was at least fifty stories... so there's no way they could've survived."

Henry felt a chill go through his spine. He couldn't even imagine the thought of the twins in that position. The thought made him physically sick. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he spoke: "Wow, that's insane." Another pause, before he goes over to Sheila and hugs her briefly. This caught the younger sibling by surprise, but she leaned into him slightly to return the hug. He let go so he could look at her. "We all take good care of them. Hey, look at me, Shell." She did so, slowly and hesitantly meeting his eyes of determination. "Nothing bad will happen to them while they're under our watch, do you understand that? You're a good big sister and they're lucky to have you. And as for dad..." He took a breath. "Well he's a lost cause at this point, but we'll have the tree house which will protect us soon. We can start building it soon, okay?"

Sheila did feel a little better after this admittedly. "Okay."

Henry eyed her with concern. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep tonight?"

She looked hesitant, but nodded. "I'll try."

That night she was able to have a dreamless sleep.