Issac was woken up from his sleep by a couple of little knocks at his bedroom door. He yawned, crawling out of bed, and opened the door, looking down to see his 7 year old son, Will, stood there. There were tears in his eyes, and he clutched his bunny plushie to his chest tightly, as if it were a comfort item for him. Which it was.

"Oh, sweet pea... what happened?"

He crouched down, scooping his son into his arms and cradling Will up against his chest soothingly, rocking him to and fro.