A hard knock on the door awoke Blaise from her perch at the window. The child lazily glanced over at the living room clock, it was midnight, much too late for a young fox to be awake. 'Mommy? Daddy?' She feebly called, already having forgotten what had woken her. She crawled up the stairs, rubbing the sleeps on her eyes with tiny digits. She had to stretch to reach the doorknob on her parents' door. With a soft push, she glanced into the room. She sniffled, they still weren't home. A tear started to form. They said they would be home from the party by nine. A loud knock interrupted the child, and she made her way carefully down the stairs. Once again, she had to stand on her toes to reach the doorknob. She tugged the door shyly open, peering up at the man outside. He had on a blue uniform, a pretty medal was on his hat that he held under his arm. He looked sad, maybe his parents haven't come home either. 'Hello, little one. Is your name Blaise Foxfire?' Blaise nodded her head shyly. 'I'm Officer Carpenter, may I come in?' The man looked like he was forcing a smile. Blaise nodded and pushed the door wider, her daddy often told her to always be kind to policemen because they were there to help her. The man stepped through, along with another policeman and a tall woman who was carrying a big black backpack by her side. Blaise slowly closed the door and looked up at the man. The man fidgeted and smile, one of those smiles she often did to cover being sad. 'Honey, I have some bad news. It seems your parents won't be coming home tonight...or ever. They were in a terrible accident...'