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Ariana shot up from the couch with full force. "Why?!" Ariana shouted. Brie started to stir and shifted in her bassinet. Mr. Dabney started to rub Brie's tiny back, comforting her so she wouldn't wake up. "Roselyn?" Ariana whispered. "It's getting late. Pascal can you show Ariana to her room. Lobo you should go back to your dorm room, don't worry we will take care of her." Mrs. Dabney said in a mother like tone that it caught everyone off guard. She then got up, walked over to the bassinet and rolled it back to the master bedroom.