What’s wrong dear?
I need a… A razor… C-Can you maybe get me one?
-pauses, stares at her- Babe, I don’t really know you all to well, but at this point it’s not to hard to figure out why you want a razor. So I’m going to say no.
-eyes start watering- Y-You don’t understand… It’s th-the only thing that quiets the n-nightmares… P-Please…
Woah, easy…don’t…cry. What nightmares?