(You're Michael) You're laying on the bed with a cold. Your little sister Elizabeth/Lizzy is in the living room with Chris watching TV without really caring about you being sick. But your mother Clara was in the kitchen making you some tea and caring about you until your dad comes home. Your Foxy mask is laying on the floor in the corner of your room. Your mother walks in. She puts down the cup of tea

Clara:Michael? Is the fever still that high?