Anya nodded fiercely as she sobbed into her father's chest.

"It was a really bad dream," she choked, "I w-was surrounded by people! They weren't moving, I think... it was me! And you too papa! You weren't moving too, and you were so cold! Cold like me! I drank too much, I think, and you weren't moving!"

She stopped talking and began crying again for a few seconds before continuing.

"And I was alone, papa! You were gone, and mama was still gone, and I didn't have anyone! Please don't leave me, papa! I promise I'll get better, so please don't leave!"