"Stop crying," Rick said, putting an arm around Brenda. "We'll figure something out. My daughter is still outside, I think. If we can get to her, maybe she can help us out." It felt a little strange referring to Lisa as his daughter, since Lisa was actually older than him at the moment. But no matter what age he was, or what age she was, she'd always be his daughter.
Meanwhile, outside, Lisa made her way around the house, still trying to find a way in that wouldn't attract attention. She wanted to help her father and then make a clean getaway.
