-The Batter-
I look at the TV as it's on for a second, and I look back at this avian creature. "What is it? In fact, what is everyone? Why the hell is my daughter some cupcake, and not a little girl?" I ask, demanding for answers. I sit down and rub my forehead, and think about the problem. "Is this all some kind of sick nightmare?" I ask, hearing more and more gunshots. The dragon thing walks outside and burps a wall of fire, and I look around. "This must be a dream. There isn't any way that he just did that," I say, and my daughter finally calms down and sits next to me, shivering. I hug her, and look at her. I pinch myself over and over again. "No. This isn't real. This can't be real. None of this should be happening."