"......" Cain was silent as she got out of the bed and started to head off, her hand guiding her along the wall.

"...hey." he said.

"Need any help?" he asked.

"...getting to where you're going, that is. Wherever... that is." he clarified.

"I mean, if not, that's cool." he then said.

"If you want me to stay here and hang out, that works, too." he said further.

He wasn't sure what he could do here, but he DID know that he just wanted to help.

"..............." again, Cain was silent, and gripped his head.

'WHY is all of this sounding so familiar!?' he exclaimed mentally.

'Why!? What is going on!? Why is my mind telling me I know all this!?' he asked further.

He then shook his head and gently slapped his cheeks, before sighing.

"Ah, right." he said.

"Food. Yes." he told her.

"Want me to order something in or make up something here?" he asked her, trying to keep a bit of a collected head.

"Pasta? Hmmm." Cain muttered.

"Yeah, I can do that." he said, getting out of the bed.

"I'll get started on that now, actually." he told her.

-About 6 days later-

Hal sighed as he sat in the waiting room. Lindsay had managed to get them an appointment with not only a specialised child psychologist, but one of the most respected and accredited child psychologists around. It was lucky that she happened to be a friend and colleague of the Fyrane.

Lunet was currently in a session with her, and Hal had decided to stop by and wait for her, as he was told he needed to step away from the office. So he let Cain stay at his house and wait for her, while he waited at the office.

He was a little antsy and impatient, mostly because he wanted to know what was going on. It seemed his daughter had been getting less and less sleep, and a solid block of sleep for her seemed to just be a few hours.

And he didn't like that.

He wanted answers, and he wanted his daughter to get help.

Hal was silent for a moment, processing the doctors' words and attitude and tone, before nodding.

"Yes." he replied.

"I do." he told her.

"I'm on break from the office, so I have plenty." he said further.

"Then please, come in." the doctor told him.

He did as she requested, entering her office and shutting the door behind them, before they made their way to her desk, her sitting behind him, him sitting in front of it.

"Yes?" he then said.

"What is it?" he asked her.

He had to admit, he was a bit on-edge about this. He was scared that he would be told that there was nothing that could be done.

Hal was... unimpressed, to say the least.

This woman, this professional, was essentially saying that she had no idea what was going on with his daughter.

And that started to anger him.

However, he suppressed it, and sighed.

"No." he replied.

"Everything's been the same." he told her, before pausing.

"Well, I mean I've been spending more time at the office because things are hectic and busy, but... that's happened in the past, without issue." he then explained.

"But what you're saying is concerning." he added at the end.

Hal just sighed.

"Sure." he replied.

"I'll try anything." he told her.

"I just... I want her to be able to get some sleep again." he went on.

"I want her to feel safe in bed once more." he continued.

"So please, anything you can do would be a big help."

Hal looked at the script, before sighing.

"Very well." he said.

"Thank you, Doctor." he told her.

He wouldn't lie, he was still angry that no answers had been given, but he had to realise that people could only do so much. And this had been Lunet's first session. In the end, what did he expect?

"I'll see how this goes." he continued.

"..." he was then silent, wondering about the risks of putting Lunet on medication like this.

"........" Hal was silent as he heard the side-effects.

"Right." he said.

"Thank you." he repeated.

They then parted ways as he left her office, and made his way to Lunet.

"Come on, sweetie." he said.

"Let's go." he told her.

"You want something to eat on the way back home?" he asked.

Hal froze when he heard that.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"Weeks?" he asked her.

"That's... hold on, wait a moment." he muttered, shaking his head a little.

"Please tell me you're exaggerating." he said.

"Because if Cain's staying with us, then the least he can do is help out and such, and make sure you're fed." he continued, his voice sounding a little more than unimpressed with the thought of his daughter being starved.

"......." Hal was silent, something nagging at his brain.

'Where the hell have I heard THAT before...?' he wondered.

That sounded SO familiar to him, but he couldn't place it. And he knew that was going to bother him for a while.

"Ah... right." he said.

"Right, fine." he said further.

"Ah, anyway, food. What do you want?" he asked.

"We can stop in anywhere on the way home. I have some more mandated time away from the office." he explained.

"Another 8 hours or so."