While sleeping easily with exhaustion, Elizabeth had good dreams, as far as they went. Frankly.. None of these were memories from her time past when her parents had been killed. Instead they were all fairly young, blotchy memories that faded out at some points because she'd been so young. So by the time her thoughts replayed that same scene, or at least started to, she jolted herself awake. By that time it was about eight. It took her a few moments to realize where she was and remember what had happened again, but it soon came to herself. When it did she flopped back again and dragged a hand through her light blonde hair to draw it back for a moment with a deep sigh before letting it fall forward again, calming herself down the best she could while trying not to let that scene finish replaying. Why was it haunting her so?