Not taking Dillion’s word on the subject of dreaming, Karen rose a hand to her cheek and pinched it. Wincing at the sting, the little girl began to slowly rationalize, “Okay, yeah, not a dream.”
Looking over the boy in a slightly calmer mindset now, Karen began to take him in. He actually looked a lot like her, even both having a skinny build and being the same age…. Smiling nervously, she remarked, “Heh… Well, at least until I get this figured out, I won’t have to worry about changing your diapers.”
“Heh. Think you got things a bit backwards there….”
What was that supposed to mean? After a moment of consideration, Karen decided it was a normal enough, if slightly awkward, manner of going about saying things were unusual. And they certainly were.