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Third Person's POV Nancy wakes up, and for a moment, she does not know where she is. Then she sees the policemen and that she has handcuffs on. Nancy is still in her living room. She looks at all her vases lying in shatters all over the floor. Her head is hurting, and she is thinking, 'What went wrong? Everything was going great until the little brat started breaking vases on Ted's head and obviously mine as well.' There is dry blood on her head and her face. She has a headache, "My vases!" She cries out. Everyone turns to look at the woman with the scratches on her face and the wound on her head. "Your vases, mom, really? That is what you are worried about?" She hears James' voice shouting at her. "James! It is all just a misunderstanding. I only wanted to see my grandson!" Nancy is