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Aleksandra's cries were quieted with each stroke of Alexis' hand on her cheek and from the strength of his embrace around her frail body. It was almost like Father's hugs when she was upset. The grip along the man's arm lessened as Aleksandra began to calm. She just wanted to sleep, just to fall asleep and wake up from this horrible nightmare. The young woman sighed against Alexis, inhaled a shuddering breath of air, and shifted her head upward to look at him to thank him.

However, that was interrupted by a small boy tugging on Aleksandra's white shirt. The girl blinked in surprise and then turned her head to peer at the small boy over her slender shoulder. Aleksandra's natural instinct was to cling to Alexis more tightly as if attempting to get away from the strange boy.

"I'm not your big sister," she said somewhat coldly," Go away." That boy was encroaching on her source of comfort and Aleksandra did not like it whatsoever. She crawled into Alexis lap even more and wrapped her arms around the man's neck while giving the boy a sour look. She wanted him no where near Alexis and was not about to share. Usually Aleksandra did not act in this fashion, but with the shock of losing her parents and dying herself—or hallucinating it, whatever had happened—it was safe to assume that something had shifted in the young woman.

"Let someone else help him," Aleksandra said looking up at Alexis with pleading eyes," Please don't leave me alone!"