Nicky stood speechless for some seconds. It was back, she had felt it before. That familiar feeling, it was worse than fear. It was the same she felt seventeen years ago. 

"Why?" She grew worried for her, not for her present state but for what Ken was going to do to her when he found out. 

She walked towards Dale, goosebumps took its place on her skin. She walked close to her and pointed her flashlight at her. Nicky broke in tears at the horrifying physique of her daughter. 

"Dale, what the fuck have you done to yourself? Your hair, your body and you are fucking drunk!" She lamented and...