She doesn't get a chance to respond before she's kicked off the computer

Looking through her inbox, Candace noticed several emails from news stations, and opened the first one.

"Dear Candace", it began, "We're here at KDCE for Des Moines, and we'd like to know what made you disrobe on your flight and streak across the airport. Was it a dare, a bet, or are you into that sort of thing?"

Candace clicked the reply button, furiously typing what she had in mind and poring it over when her mother came in.

"Honey, your father needs the computer right now, so you'll have to log off."

"Just a sec, mom."

"No, sweetie, we need it now."

"But mom-" Candace started protesting when her mother pulled her up by the elbow and grabbed the mouse, logging Candace out as Gerald walked in.

"Thanks for the computer, hon," he told his clothed wife as he took the computer from his unclothed daughter, who was now standing in the doorframe.

"Oh, honey!" Janice started ushering Candace out of the room, "we don't have any blankets for the couch downstairs, but you can sleep with us if you'd like."

"O-okay..." Candace stammered as she walked downstairs. Not only did she have no clothes, no toiletries, and no phone, but now she had no way to communicate with the outside world, or any blankets unless she wanted to snuggle in with her parents. Shuddering at the thought, Candace was also reminded of how sleepy she was starting to become after such a long day.