Your father brought you inside, while your mother grabbed the phone, and began dialing 9-1-1 on the phone, to get you medical attention from eating the space goo from that meteor. You were unconscious on the couch, while your mother was contacting help, and your father was helping your older sister get ready for school.
"Hello 9-1-1, I need an ambulance," your mother says, after finally getting someone on the line. "My youngest daughter has fainted, and won't wake up. "Calm down ma'am," the receptionist says. "Now how did your daughter collapse? Did something hit her?" "Well, it's a long story," your mother explains. "If I told you now, you wouldn't believe me. It's best if we let the news handle this. My husband will call them after he sends my oldest daughter to school, while you take my youngest to the hospital."