"Conan, what are you going on about? How could you have possibly seen her there?" Camille reached out and patted Conan on the head. She looked at him gently and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Conan shook his head and muttered. "It's not a nightmare. It's not."

"It must be." Camille was sure of it. Conan had gone through this many times. In the past, every time he woke up, he'd say that he saw monsters under his bed and decided to sleep on the floor for a month. She had to lie to him, sayin