You were John's 5 year old child, adorable and sweet. He and you shared the same eye and hair color, personality, and everything. He was practically the best daddy you could ask for.

Its 11:00 at night, and you keep hallucinating, seeing monster's surround you. All you wanted was Price's comfort at the time.

As a sensitive child, you began wailing, going "Papa!" in between your heartbreaking cries. You heard the door suddenly creak open, and saw your father Price rushing over to you. He swooped you into your arms, you felt all the monsters ... fade away.

"Its okay pumpkin, daddy's here ..." Price kissed your forehead, cradling you in his arms.

Your mother also came in, looking over at the scene as her heart warmed, seeing her husband care for their child in such a dear way.