Anya turned to her father as he re-entered the room. That fight didn't seem to take very long, but they never really did. Anya's papa was really good at fighting. Right after James collapsed onto the bed, Anya scrambled to put her small, cold arms around her beloved papa.

"Yeah... another busy day," replied Anya, holding her papa tight, "But this town has giant talking squirrels, so it probably has something like a vampire cure. I bet we can get me better really soon."