On your second morning in Cabin 12, you wake up to the sound of arguing.
"Go away!" Justine shouts, her sparkly pink hair ribbons flapping as she flails. She's standing in the middle of a cluster of her cabinmates, angrily waving off their attempts to comfort her.
"Were your nightmares about the White Lady?" Ariel asks sympathetically. "If you talk about it, maybe you'll feel better," she offers, in a tone that sounds like it's echoing something she's been told by an adult.
Sydney answers instead, "No, they weren't. She was talking about tigers. All night!" That last is accompanied by a glare over at Justine, just as angry as the one that Justine is giving her.
"I was not!" Justine retorts. "I told you, I don't remember what my dream was!" She flings Ariel's comforting hand angrily off her shoulder. "I don't remember! And was fine until you started asking questions!" she adds, rounding on Sydney again.
Okay, you need to do something about this before they come to blows. And also, this is the second person who's talked about not being able to remember something. It could be that Justine simply doesn't remember her dreams; a lot of people don't.
But maybe not. It's time to find out.
"Hey," you say, stepping forward between Justine and Ariel. "No hitting."
And now what?