" Hm? " She said feeling her forehead. She trembled a bit. She hated blood. "Im fine. Just a small cut. Dont worry about it. " She said. She wasn't sure if she was convincing herself, or Henry. She looked around. The scenery slightly wobbled.

Lets pray I didnt get a concussion... She thought irritably.

Dog-Henry wasted no time in cleaning off the blood. He was frowning, concern was plainly written all over his muzzle.

" Im fine. I promise. Ive had worse done- " She corrected herself quickly. " happen to me. " She pet his head softly.

Dog-Henry sat down next to her, almost like a guard dog. "If you say so."

Vixen grabbed a piece of cloth from her pocket, and wiped the remaining blood. She made sure it stopped bleeding and then stood up, she still felt a little dizzy, but took a step forwards just fine.

" I think im going to go back to our room. I think ive had enough excitement for a bit. " She smiled walking towards the mansion door.

"Okay." Dog-Henry remained where he was.

Vixen opened the door to their room. and laid down on the bed. She fell asleep, even with the migraine she was having.

Dog-Henry walked up to the mansion. Fire. He froze. Fire. Fire. Fire. He shook, finally processing her flaw. Henry crumpled. Sirens screamed in his head. Fire blazed all around, spitting its orange glow. No-no-. Too late. He blacked out, sinking into a flashback.

Vixen's migraine woke her up about 45 minutes later. She sighed and decided she should find Henry. She opened up the door, and looked around for him.

" Henry! " She called out.

Where could he have gone to? She wondered.

Sirens kept blaring. Little Henry was coughing, smothered by smoke. "Mama?" He screamed backing away from the wild flames.

Dog-Henry whimpered rolling.