"Oh, it's nothing, really," said Clair, "It's just, the last person who asked me to tuck her in then told me she couldn't sleep with me being next to her."

"Wow. That had to suck." Lori said, wide-eyed. Her phone beeped, and she checked it. "Oh, no. This is very bad.." She said, sighing deeply,

"Actually, it was a silly reason altogether," said Clair, "It was because....what's up?" she stopped herself mid-sentence when Lori began to worry.

"I have to confess something.. I have another daughter.. but she's been away for four years. But due to some circumstances, she's coming back and we never thought she'd be coming back.." Lori replied, getting rather panicky.

"Lori, easy, easy....deep breaths," said Clair, putting her hand on Lori's shoulder, "Now, tell me about your other daughter."

Lori took a few deep breaths. "Her name is Akane. When she was 13, she was sent to Worthington Reformatory. You heard of it?" She started, sighing. Worthington Reformatory was a juvenile hall, reputed to be for the worst of the worst in the tri-city area. Most girls there were between 16 and 21, with the youngest charge being 14.. until Akane, of course. Lori sighed, looking at Clair.

"Oh....I see," said Clair, "Sounds like she'd be the sort of person I'd need extra hours on."

"Yeah.. and the only choice is for her to come here." Lori said, then made sure the twins were upstairs. She lifted her shirt, revealing a scar on her side.

Clair gasped in shock.

"Jesus Christ" she whispered, then slightly louder..."did she do that?"

"Yes. The day she found out about the Reformatory she screamed at me and threw a plate at me that shattered and sliced me." Lori explained.