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The child was still screaming and Nyght was getting tired arms from holding it at distance to see what the problem was. It didn't stop.

The day was going badly. Firstly she'd woken in a room, she didn't recognise, next to man, she didn't recognise, in a body, she didn't recognise.

She had stood at the bathroom mirror wondering who on earth she was until the man had woken up. He had been affectionate and kind kissing her on the cheek and calling her Judas.

Then there had been the child, which was where she was now. She knew they required looking after, but seriously, she was not a good choice.

It was a man named scooby who had come in and smiled, he mentioned paradox and she'd nodded and he'd fed the child. She sat across the table and watched as the child ate and became cheerful again. She looked down at the pyjama's and decided that actually with all these strangers she'd much rather be covered. Looking at the wardrobe, she began to think this may be an issue. She found something that was at least comfortable and went back to the kicthen. Scooby said something about looking after his angels and laughed and she managed a weak smile before he left her alone with the child. As it finished eating and started squeeling about something she sighed and picked it up again.

This was about to be a very long day.