Darrell looked over towards Sammy when she said this.

"Happen?" he asked.

"That's... ominous." he told her.

"Seriously, like some kind of death premonition." he went on.

"As for this place being too full... who knows." he sighed.

He then looked around tthem, and smiled slightly.

"At least it's nice being up here." he commented.

"Can really see it all from this vantage point."

Darrell looked to where she was looking, and sniffed the air.

"...huh?" he mumbled.

"Wait... something's... coming..." he said.

"Sure enough, a small black figure appeared in the sky, and it was getting larger. After a few second, they saw it as one of the larger birds of prey that inhabited the forest by the Fyrane manor... and it appeared injured.

It was also coming towards them at an alarmingly quick pace.

[b]"Uh... uh, Sammy?" Darrell said.

"I think... maybe being up here isn't a good idea..."

When Darrell saw all this... and it registered what had happened... he almost threw up.

However, he quickly gathered himself and portaled down from the roof, beside where Sammy and the creature had landed.

The animal was... surprisingly alive. Just stunned and injured, and unconscious.

Sammy, however... looked to be in worse shape.

FAR worse shape.

Darrell quickly got the creature away from her, and looked at her, before panicking.

Hard.

He was NOT sure what to do here, and he was freaking out.

"SOMEONE!" he then yelled out.

"THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT! HELP!"

Darrell was... stunned. Shocked. Flabbergasted.

"I-she-it-but..." he stammered and sputtered.

"We were on the roof and that thing came crashing towards us and it hit her and they both fell and there was this sickening crack and the blood everywhere and she's not moving or breathing..." he rambled on, panic in his tone.

"AND SHE'S DEAD!" he yelled.

"She's dead, she's dead, she's DEAD!" he repeated.

"I'm SO SORRY!" he exclaimed, falling to his hands and knees to plead for forgiveness, Kelly's nonchalant tone having gone over his head currently.

"H-huh?" Darrell stammered.

"It's... it's Dr. Fyrane." he said.

"And?" Kelly asked.

"L... Lindsay Fyrane?" Darrell asked.

".....aaaaaaand?" Kelly asked further.

"I... what?" Darrell asked in response.

"What IS he?" Kelly inquired.

"A... therapist." Darrell answered.

"AND?" Kelly asked him, a heavy implication that he was missing the obvious in her tone.

"...." Darrell was silent for a moment, before the lights came on in his mind.

"...oh. OH! Ohhhhhhhhh!" he realised.

A few seconds later, she got a text.

On my way up. it read.

Sure enough, several seconds later, her father appeared from the basement.

"Yo." he greeted her.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Sounded kinda important from the tone of that yell." he commented further.

Ash looked at the avian, and thought for a moment.

"Oh, that's a juvenile saw-tooth skyshark." he told them.

"Sky...shark? That sounds... dangerous." Darrell commented.

"Naw. They're mostly scavengers." Ash clarified.

"Odds are it was attacked by a Diving Drillbeak." he went on.

"I think it can be fixed up and rehabilitated." he then commented further.

"Looks like the biggest injury is a wonky wing."

Darrell was silent as Kelly said that, and started to scoot away from Samantha.

As he did so, Ash went over to the avian and dragged it away from Samantha as well.

"Right." he said.

"Yeah, this thing should be fine." he mumbled.

"And Samantha will be fine in a few seconds." he went on.

"Might wanna shield your eyes." he suggested to Darrell, who promptly did so.

"You take after your father that way." Ash commented.

"Anyway, welcome back." he told her.

He then smiled a little, and looked over towards Darrell.

"Should be fine now." he told him.

Darrell looked over towards Sammy, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Good." he said.

"Glad that you're okay. Now, anyway." he told her.

Ash picked up the Avian, and started to carry it back to the house.

"Have fun, you two!" he called.

When both he and Kelly were in the house, Darrell was left alone.

With a blushing face.

"I... ah.... I..." he stammered.

"I mean... well... I kinda... sorta... forgot who your father is, and... what you inherited from him." he told her.

"And... and I was worried." he continued.

"Well... more... horrified and saddened..." he then clarified, still tripping over himself, and very clearly, at that.