Kat stayed inside with Gracie, who was crying from the sounds of everything going on outside. All Kat could do was hold her tight and rock her, her own eyes shut tightly and praying for everything to stop.
She'd done the same thing far too many times in her childhood. Kat tried to detach her mind from the situation, to go somewhere else far away. But now she couldn't do that, not with Grace here.

Kat looked towards the door. She didn't like that those children were out there in that mess. She didn't like that Nikki and Jenna were out there.
She didn't like that Matt was out there...
Kat wanted to be out there with them. She felt guilty being safe inside while they fought, but she couldn't risk Grace's safety.

The last thing she had told Matt was if he didn't come back to her she'd kick his ass.
Ever since they had admitted they loved each other and he had proposed she longed to be with him all the time. It wasn't just her body wanting his, it was the source of comfort he provided. Just the sight of him was enough to make her feel safe and secure. So she prayed to a God she wasn't sure existed anymore to bring him back to her alive.

[color=ec008c]"Da! Dadadadadadada!"[/color] Grace cried out demandingly as tears streamed down her little cheeks. She wanted her daddy and she wanted him NOW. Heaven help the being, living or dead, that kept her daddy from her. The wrath of a toddler was not for the faint of heart.
Finally Kat laid her on the bed and she pounded her little fists on the mattress, tiring herself out. Hopefully she would cry herself out and sleep until Matt returned to the room.