[Sheryl may be young, but she can sympathize wanting to find someone — anyone in a dark place, feeling lost with hardly any familiar people in sight. It's frightening that someone else is undergoing a similar scenario as her.]
I'm sorry...
[Distracted by the hiccups coming from him, she clenches one hand into a fist and presses it against her heart, feeling the urge to cry. She can't do it, though, or else it'd discourage him, even if she's sniffing.]
Um, I can help you find them! [A beat.] Your mom and dad — i-if you want.
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I'm sorry...
[Distracted by the hiccups coming from him, she clenches one hand into a fist and presses it against her heart, feeling the urge to cry. She can't do it, though, or else it'd discourage him, even if she's sniffing.]
Um, I can help you find them! [A beat.] Your mom and dad — i-if you want.