In a hallway bedroom, a young child lay in a deep sleep, shifting and shuffling in her sheets as the night terror escalated. Tiny beads of sweat formed on the child's brow as she clutched the blanket tight. She was too weak, too feeble to fight the horrors in her mind as she awoke from her dream in sheer horror.
"Mommy! Daddy!" (d/n) cried out, sobbing into the plush crimson blanket.
You immediately woke up to the wails of your daughter down the hall. Looking to your left, you noticed your husband, Dr. Stephan Strange, was nowhere to be found. The covers were still cold and untouched meaning that he was still caught up in his work. Sighing, you pulled on your robe and walked in your daughter's room.
"What happened, sweetie?" You opened the door and kneeled next to your daughter's bed, stroking her face and wiping the tears that fell from her slate blue eyes.
"There was t-this guy and he looked g-gross and he was chasing m-me and . . ." The ch