it's the middle of the night. there is bad weather outside, a strong thunderstorm, rain and strong wind. there was a rumble of thunder, but you didn't wake up because of the thunder. you woke up to someone tapping you on the shoulder. you opened your eyes and saw your four-year-old brother Sigma. he stood and looked at you with tear-stained, frightened eyes.

can I sleep with you?I'm afraid of thunderstorms. the boy tells you through tears, trembling with fear