The realif on her poor face what a picture, ok here you are, take it -"Thank you thank you as a tear apears, OK LETS GET YOU HOME OR SOME WERE I CAN G...T YOU SOME TEA, HANG ON HERE`S a tissue for you to use, being diplomatic the cold has watered your eyes, "Yes thanks ill be ok now, NO I DO NOT THINKS your panic attack still needs calming down there a tea house not far fr.. yes i know it but i will be fine honest...NO IM NOT HAVING THAT you could easly losse your bearing again not safe for you. My father and mother, growing up in the Imperial City, having a younger brother. For once, it wasn’t really a bad dream.” There were tears running down my cheeks.Astrid and Elisif got untangled and joined Serana in holding me in their arms. “I would guess that the stress you’ve had today, along with the comments that Fasendil made about seeing your parents, is what caused that dream.” Elisif used her hands to wipe my tears away. “Don’t cry, you didn’t hurt any of us, would never hurt any of. She loves to cook, and she considers cleaning to be her sacred duty. She didn’t when we were little. She usually worked late and made us make our own food and clean up around the house. Now, her house is immaculate, and she prides herself on keeping it that way. It is one of the reasons she hates babysitting her grandkids.My mom has a lot of assorted antiques and collectibles in the house. All incredibly breakable and some of them valuable enough we might steal them and pawn them.She came out. “Miss. Miller I’m Agent Falcon of the FBI.” He held up a badge and I stepped back and they walk in. “Can I offer you something to drink?” They shook their heads as I walked over to the couch and sat down. “Miss Miller we are here about your foster father Mike Castile. Is this him?” He asked as showing me a folder with his picture paper clipped to the front. “Yes what is this about?” He nodded then handed the folder to the women. “Your foster father real name is Doug Fontana he was a low level.