That’s my family. They got sick. They tried to get me. I hid in my tree house till I ran out of water. Then I blew the whistle.” I was impressed. I could see the line between the tree house, which I had missed before, and the glass door, which I noticed now was smeared with brown streaks of blood where they had worn themselves away trying to get at their once upon a time daughter. “How did you think of the pool?” I was impressed with this girl’s creativity. “What?” She seemed honestly incredulous, “don’t tell me you never played the Sims…”