Emma blinked her eyes repeatedly, as if trying to clear an invisible fog laying idly in her head, as she held unto Derek's shirt, waiting for the pain wracking her brain to subside.

"Are you okay, Emma?" She heard Eva asked for the hundredth time as the others, and slightly nodded, not wanting to cause the little girl to worry.

But it didn't seem like the little girl saw this little action of hers, because in the next second, she, the little beauty told Derek and the others about what had happened earlier, when they had been out searching for the burglar.

"Derek, would Emma really be okay? This is...