<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka and Myxi woke up. Staring at each other then looking at their new surroundings. They noticed their daddy sleeping near them and nuzzled him. They held hands and did a seemingly wordless mental conversation then looked around again.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Myxi looks around. Pulling her dollie out of her pocket. It was a small blond haired porceline doll. She had blue eyes and had been made by her daddy from scratch. He spent all his money giving them something special for Christmas last year. He tried hard to give them at least one thing on Christmas. She knew her daddy wished he could do more. They were grateful just to have a daddy who cared about them like that. She looked around slowly. Spotting the lady and flew backwards behind Luka. Shaking hard as she looked at her. &lt;That is what mommy says to daddy before she tries to hurt us...that I won't hurt you two. Can we trust her Luka?&gt; She asks her brother through their twin link. She didn't say anything. Just cutely waved her fingers at the lady. One time waving then held onto Luka again.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka looks at the lady. Frowning at her words. "Mommy tells that to daddy. That she won't hurt us then she tries to hurt us. She hurts daddy because he won't let her hurt us. She says we look too much like his disgusting self and not enough like her." He says matter of factly. He looks at her. Shaking his head. "Daddy forgets to eat. He wants to make sure we have enough. That we aren't even the littlest bit hungry. Then he goes without food most of the time. Even though he does for us we wish we could get him to eat for himself too. Daddies super powers keep him from going bye bye. He heals us so we aren't sick or hurt. They don't work on him though." He says. Bouncing around in obbvious hyperness. He looks at her. "My name is Luka. My sister's name is Myxi. We're twins." He says. "Who are you lady? Are you a nice lady? Unlike the lady who is supposed to be our mommy." He says. Looking at her. "We'll be five near Christmas. Daddy made Myxi a dollie last year. He made me pan pipes. I love my panpipes. He taught me how to play it. He gives us something for Christmas. Works himself to the bone to make it so he can." He says. He was a hyper almost five year old. He said it as it was. "Don't hurt daddy or we'll hate you." He says suddenly.</span>