Note Twenty-Seven

[einspruch]

[Little Klavier is curled up on his bed, with about three blankets that he got from... somewhere... piled on top of him. He's sniffling in his sleep, and his skin is very pale. He's also a little snotty, like he was crying.]

Mother... 'm cold, Mother...

[He starts shaking, and then sits up, starting to bawl.]

Mother... Mother!

[Uh. Sorry,

Comments

[sciencetodo]

Klavier! Klavier calm down, are you ok?

[einspruch]

[He just looks at Ema, and then buries his face in the blankets, shaking, crying for his mother. His voice is muffled by the blankets, though.]

[sciencetodo]

[She sighs, slowly seating herself upon the bed.] Klavier honey...what's the matter. [Can't believe she's playing mom to her boss.]

[einspruch]

[He manages to calm down, and looks up at Ema.] It was a... scary... scary dream. Mother 'n' Father an' Kris were all d... d... d... [He can't say it, tears in his eyes.]

An'... an'... there was a nice lady there an' she was singin' and...

[He shivers.] 'M cold...