She was at home, sitting in her living room. Strange alien faces loomed above her, making her heart quicken in her chest. Where am I? Who is that? Fear caused her teeth to chatter. The strange alien flashed a light in her eyes, which made her brain ache as if he had poured acid into her eyeball. “Ouch,” Pickles said, shaking her head. She felt as if her brain was going to fall out her ear it ached so badly. “Where am I? What happened?” Then she blinked and realized there weren’t aliens after all. It was her foster family and a strange man in a jacket with a patch on it. Her heart filled with relief but her head still ached in pain. “Oh, Pickles,” Miranda said. “Oh, thank heavens.” Then Pickles heard David. “Is she going to be okay?” He was breathing hard. “Please tell us she’s going to be okay.” Someone said, “She’s going to be fine.”
