"Night Sammy, night Beatris." Our mom and dad put us in bed, and before we knew it, we were being carried out of the house by Dean, our older brother, who was running away from the fire.
"It'll be okay Sammy and Tris. Dad'll make it out."
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Dean and I went to Stanford to pick Sam up, and about thirty minutes later, they came out.
"So? How'd it go?"
"Pretty good."
The rest of the ride was pretty loud, but that was because of Dean's music.
I didn't think we'd go to Dad's motel room. But, because he's Dad, he wasn't there.
"Looks like he hasn't been here for a couple weeks. Tris, can you look for something with us?" Dean said.
"Yea. Be right there." I replied with a jump, because I spaced out.
"You okay, Tris? You seem distant." Sam asked, worried.
"Yeah. Just want to find Dad, you know?"
"Yea. Hey, guys? Look at this."
"That sonovabitch. He actually found it."
"I guess so. But a woman in white?"
Dean had a smirk on his face and I slapped the back of his head. "What the hell was that for?!"
"Nothing. Just felt like it."
