Abby walked down the staircase, little Helpy in her hand. She glanced around the living room, she rubbed her eyes before stepping off the last step. She glanced at Helpy, hugging the little animatronic close.

She could hear her father, Michael, in the kitchen. She sat on the sofa and grabbed the blanket that was bunched up at the end. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.