At some point throughout the night, Rex could hear a loud crash coming from the hallway closest to his room.
It was rather dark, so any number of people could have tripped on their way to get some water or a midnight snack. There's nightlights in some of the outlets after the overhead lights turned off for the night- but they could only do so much for visibility.
After a bit of quiet, however, an equally as quiet, yet present sound was heard.
"H3--ll0o-? Daa--a4-ddy?"
It sounded very similar to his daughter's voice, but also not quite... it was familiar, but ultimately hollow. Something eerie laid beneath it like a threat or warning..
Perhaps it would be better to just stay in bed.
Rex jolts awake at the sound of the crash, never having been a deep sleeper, especially not after living in the Office and having three rambunctious kids. He doesn't move however, giving the illusion he's still asleep as he listens for any more sounds.
He knows exactly where he's placed the knives in his bed and how quick he can grab them if need be.
At the sound of Seven's voice, he relaxes though and lets the tension bleed out of his shoulders.
"I'm here, honey." He calls out groggily. It was instinct. His brain hadn't quite caught up with the fact that something was....wrong. Usually, Rex would listen to his gut - even if it meant turning on someone completely innocent. But this was his daughter, any thoughts of being suspicious or - god forbid - violent towards her was immediately shut down by his parental instincts.
Besides, he thinks as he pushes himself into a seating position. She's probably just sleep walking.
As if that would explain the oddness of her voice.
