Callan instantly curled up once again her face buried into a throw pillow. 

"Well, you said you'd tell me. What's going on?" Zale asked concerned that Callan might be really sick. He sat on the arm of the couch and ran a hand through his hair messing it up slightly, as he looked from sister to sister.

Cadence opened the door and came back in holding a small bag and handing it to Callan who struggled to get to her feet and head into the bathroom. 

Zale paused, "No." He said finally putting it all together. "She isn't...is she? She can't be... Who?"