I woke up to the sound of the toilet flushing, I walked out of the room to see Dad in the doorway of the bathroom wiping his mouth with a piece of toilet paper.

"Dad?"

He looked at me.

"Hi sweetie...yep...I just puked," he said holding up the paper.

"Are you ok?"

"I feel sicker than a dog that just ate chocolate after Halloween. I have a fever of 102, aching all over almost."

I followed him to the living room.

"Was it the food?"

"Those eggrolls? I guess the pulled pork was undercooked or something."

"I ate the same meal as you, I maybe sick right now."

He felt of my head.

"No fever. You feel sick?"

"No."

"You're ok Kath."

"Can I warm up a can of Campbell's?"

"You don't have to, I can do it myself."

"No, let me do it Dad. It's my turn to take care of you, you're sick, you took care of me when I was sick."

"Kath, you don't owe me anything ok?"

"I'm not saying I owe you, it's something I wanna do for you from the kindness of my heart."

He smiled and sighed.

"Alright, go ahead."

I smiled, ran to the kitchen and warmed him up a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Dad turned on the TV, flipped through until Tom and Jerry was on. I heard him chuckle as I got the bowl of soup out of the microwave. I handed him the bowl and sat by him. 

Jerry jumped into a tea kettle, Tom ran with a piece of dynamite and tossed it in there but nothing happened, Jerry squeezed through the spout and snuck off. Tom took the lid off, stuck his head in there and BOOM, it exploded, he looked at us looking like a sunflower. It's rare to see my father laugh so hard, I love it when we enjoy these things together! I guess he laughed so hard, puke was coming up, he put his bowl down, covered his mouth, and ran to the bathroom. 

"Dad!"

I followed him to the bathroom, the ending of a splatter can be heard. Seeing my dad hunching over a toilet made me walk to him and give him pats on the back. He coughed then puke came out. I kissed him on top of the head before he spit a couple times, then he was done. He got up, flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out. 

"I'm gonna lay on the couch," he said quietly.

I followed him back to the living room, he laid down on the couch while I sat in the chair across from him.

"If I fall asleep, don't wake me up."

"Ok Dad, get some rest."

I continued watching TV for a while. After about maybe five minutes, I heard him start to quietly snore. I glanced at his sleeping form and smiled. I walked to the kitchen to get me something to get me some water, the phone started to ring, I picked it up as quickly as I could to avoid waking Dad.

"Hello!

"Hi Kath!"

It was Kyle!

"What's up?"

"Dad's sick."

"Oh no, is he ok?"

"He's got food poisoning, maybe the pulled pork in those redneck eggrolls were undercooked. He's been puking, a fever, achy all over."

"Oh, I hope he feels better very soon."

"He's napping on the couch. I think he'll be ok."

"Alright, we're on the news right now."

"What?"

"They're not saying our identities but they're saying that a teenaged boy was killed out of self defense for attempted rape, that's all, it's not big."

"Ok, I'd rather smear myself in cow dung than be on the fucking news."

"You and me both. See you at school tomorrow, tell David I said hi and hope he feels better."

"I sure will, bye."

"Bye now."

I hung up. I walked back to the living room, Dad was still sleeping thank gosh, I gave him a light kiss on the forehead and went to my room.

*Joel Campbell's POV*

I couldn't help but think about the encounter with Katherine and her father in the elevator of the police station the other day. I thought I knew him from somewhere. I printed a picture of a shot of them from the security cameras and went back to my apartment. 

I compared the picture to the one I took of The Watcher at the mall, his hair and build was an exact match. Katherine's father was The Watcher!

"I got em."

*Katherine's POV*

A few hours passed by, I was in my room playing my Super Nintendo, the game was Mortal Kombat, finished it many times. I was halfway close to Shang Tsung, the character I chose this time was Liu Kang. My game was at it's highest difficulty and gore factor, I sure love graphic games. Fatalities give me a fucking adrenaline rush! 

"Finish him!" The game said.

I uppercut Raiden so hard, his head snapped off, blood was spewing out and up like a fountain

"Liu Kang wins!"

"Fuck yeah," I whispered.

I heard a knock, the door opened, it was Dad.

"Hey."

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Better than this morning, I still feel like shit, I'll be fine, at least I'm not nauseous."

He looked at the TV.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

 He squat down beside of me. 

"You remember when I gave the Super Nintendo to you?"

"Yeah, when I was old enough to."

"You always preferred fighting games over stuff like Super Mario."

"These were the games that came with it when you gave it to me, Super Mario World, Mortal Kombat, and Castlevania. I preferred violent games but it didn't affect my attitude at school or anything."

"Because video games don't cause violence in real life like parents commonly think, violence causes violence."

"I knew that Dad. Wanna play with me?"

"Yeah, can you save your progress?"

"No but I beat it many times, it's fine."

I switched it to two player mode, Dad hooked up the second controller and we played.

"I pick Johnny Cage," Dad said.

"Kitana," I said.

The first round started.

"Round one, fight!"

We played the first round.

"Kath what the hell, you're winning!"

I laughed obnoxiously loud. I continued to beat his ass in the game.

"Finish him!...Kitana wins, flawless victory!"

"You won, maybe next time I will win."

"We'll just see."

He smiled and started to tickle me. I didn't laugh but I squirmed a little.

"Dad quit!"

He laughed as I stood up.

"I hate being tickled."

"You used to love it."

"I guess I outgrew it, it irritates me now."

He frowned as he stood up.

"You're growing up Katherine."

"I'm still a kid, I'm fourteen."

"But you're my kid, you'll always be my kid."

I gave him a hug.

"I'll always be here for you," he whispered.