Halfway into his trousers, Adam stopped, staring at the little girl who really didn't look like herself in her face at all. There was somebody else home. Adam had some horrible things in his time, but that was possibly the most disturbing.

And that was a lot of questions."

He took a deep breath.

"She's eleven. And, yeah, she's blond. She sleeps in there," He pointed to the open bedroom door. "Unless she has nightmares, which is why you're in here. She's not allergic to anything I'm aware of."