As I parked in my barn, the beautiful little girl I've dreamt about began to squirm and awaken. Her mother moved to her side, as close as her single restraint allowed. She'd said not a word for the two hour ride to my castle in the sky. I told her when I returned from my preparations in the cabin I'd better find my little angle quiet or she could watch her mother die before her eyes.
While I long to have the child alone in my cabin, keeping the two in there would be cumbersome. Perhaps I'll utilize my secure room beneath the barn for the daughter while I interview the mother alone. When she is dispatched, I shall welcome the child into my humble abode.