"I don't want to throw up on you either daddy," Coraline said, looking at Adam as if he was the one who had been hit on the head hard and not her. She had stitches in the back of her head and she felt weird. "It was so big and I didn't- I didn't see it. It just hit me and then it pointed a gun at me."

Coraline looked up when Sarah burst through the doors, Coraline winced as she lifted her arms and held them out to Sarah. Coraline might have been thirteen, she might have thought she was grown up but right now all she wanted was her mum, Sarah, to hug her. "I'm okay, I promise. It just hurts, I'm okay. Besides I can't leave Harry with you two, she'd grow up wearing trainers."