'Driel was curled up in a big, comfy chair in the lounge, clutching a rag doll to herself as she read from a book of fairytales. The fingers that turned the pages were covered in band-aids; a good look at the doll suggested she'd made it herself. The coffee table across from the chair was covered with candy wrappers and a couple empty soda cans. She'd gotten a little overexcited when she'd found the vending machines.

The little girl frowned as she read, wishing one of her uncles was there to read to her. She really hoped they weren't too lonely without her.