Both father and daughter prepared themselves for bed, thoughts of the pair of visitors that came to visit them that evening. One was a brash werecat who outright told them that at least one of them had to become one of...them. The other an understanding weretigress who, not too long ago, stood in the same shoes as them. Thoughts of tonight's activities filled their minds as they prepared for bed. Each of them had the first same initial reaction, fear. However, once the visitors left, different feelings went through both of them.
For Harold, it was more fear. Not necessarily because of the "monsters" that were outside, but what it might do to his family. Ever since his wife died, his daughter was his only family left. His greatest nightmare was really losing his only family left, his daughter. What if something bad happens to her here? What if this whole thing is dangerous? What if they try to leave? Would something bad really happen to them? He sighed as he lay down in bed. The thoughts in his head were certainly doing well to keep him up at night. Fear of what seems to be the unknown and losing his daughter were going through his head as he stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come to him.
Melissa, on the other hand, was more curious than anything, especially after Virginia's visit. She snuck down after her father went to bed and got the pamphlet that Samantha left. After getting into her bed and getting a flashlight, she thumbed through the pamphlet. She saw the various weres that lived in the town and she wondered about them. She saw that the werewolves were the most numerous, but there were weredogs and werefoxes. She wondered that if she did go to the weredogs, what kind of dog would she be? She noticed the werefoxes and couldn't help but noticed how beautiful they looked. Especially the male werefoxes. She turned to the pages about the felines, and noticed all types feline weres. From the domestic werecat to the large weretigers and werelions. Turning the page, she saw other types of weres, such as werehorses, weredeers, and even the werecows. She giggled a little at how large a werecow's breasts were. Closing the pamphlet and turning off the light, she turned to bed and thought about the situation that she and her father were in. At first, she was a bit scared, but now she's more curious than anything. She'd be lying, though, if she said she wasn't nervous about school tomorrow. She had no idea what to expect, or even if her new classmates would be welcoming to her.
Both father and daughter slowly went to sleep, thoughts and fears of tomorrow playing in their heads.