You were sitting in your pitch dark room, shaking in fear as tears fall from your face. Until your father, Price, hears your quiet cries from his room.

Walking up to you, the bed slightly shifts from his presence as he gestures you to come closer to him. As you shift over to his arms,

“The monsters gone..he’s on the run and your daddy’s here.”

he holds you tight. A warm comfortable feeling washing over that cold silent fear as he comforts you in your moments of just being a kid.