I... I can't think of anything. [This is worse then when she first ran away from the foster homes. This is so much worse. Here she had no idea where she was. Running her hands through her hair she rolled her head into her knees, mentally counting to ten first. To keep calm]

I... this... this isn't good. This isn't good. This isn't good. [she said on short breaths... held one breath, and rocked a bit at first] This isn't good. I can't be here. Pirates aren't real. This ship isn't real. I'll wake up. We'll... we will wake up. You'll find your papa. i'll go to school. This isn't real...