"C-Carly." Kat replies. "B-But, I p-prefer Kat." The girl gently takes Laira's hand, walking with her. She kept on looking around, wanting to see her parents, but not seeing them. "M-My parents aren't... You know..." Kat whispers. "Dead like those in the p-plane, are they...?" Kat asks. She feels so young, to babylike, but she cannot help it. She [i]wanted[/i] to see her parents. She [i]wanted[/i] to be in her mother and father's arms. She wanted to be with them. She wanted them to be alive. Kat began to breathe deeply in and out, trying to hold back the tears that tried to fight their way through. [i]Come on, Kat. You're fourteen. you can handle things like this.[/i] She thought to herself.