Your neighbor's daughter, Savannah

"...Savannah Moore..."

You looked at the doctor for a few moments before your attention then turned to the woman standing in the room next to him, a familiar face of your neighbor, Nicollete Moore, a single woman who had often taken you along with Savannah to the lake during your earlier summers to swim and play.

"Savannah's the other victim?" you whispered and Nicollete, unable to look at you, nodded her head. "My god...Ms. Moore, I'm so sorry..."

At that, she broke down in tears and before the nurses could stop her, latched on to you and hugged, crying into your shoulder. Even though a burst of pain struck you and made you a bit dizzy, you patted her back and allowed her to cry for a few moments before she managed to compose herself enough to whisper an apology and stand back. "Sorry, I know how much this is upsetting, Tim..."

You took some deep breaths and the charge nurse, alerted to your vitals, quickly came in and readjusted the lines, all the while glaring at the three adults in the room who weren't her patient. After she left, Dr. Saunders, the older one, cleared his throat and looked at you. "Your dad's operation was a success, his brain's been safely implanted and everything is moving forward."

"So...he's now..?"

"For the world, he's now Savannah Moore, 14 years old." Dr. Kerry looked at you. "We can't make any guarantees but she's been up for about a week and is getting ready for discharge."

You looked down at your hands and the blanket suddenly seemed like the only security blanket you had in the world. "So, I'm all alone now?"

Saunders looked at the other two before he reached up to the IV and gave you a dose to put you asleep. "Get some rest, Tim, we'll talk more later."