Blaze: If you guess I’m right, then why do you still have that look on your face?

Dawn: I don’t know. I’m just stressed over being a good mom.

Blaze: You’re stressing about that just now? Sounds like you’re late to the party. I’m always worried about being a parent. But we haven’t royally screwed up yet, right?

Dawn: Aunt Dusk is fine, Sol. She’s in San Mulberry with Aunt Veronica.

Soleil: But… but…

Dawn: You were having a nightmare of some sorts. You’re tired and confused. Let’s go back to bed, and talk about this in the morning, ok?

Soleil: Ngh, the car…

Dawn: Come on, dear.