"I think he likes it," Vianna announced with a grin as Ferris spoke, obviously not really having a way to tell, she was just guessing. But then her gaze returned to the baby in her arms, watching as a new expression took over his tiny features; it was one of... discomfort, it seemed. And then, just like that, his little mouth opened and the most loud and blood-curling of shrieks began to echo in the room. Gabe wailed loudly, so loudly you'd think someone was purposely harming him or something. Vianna's blue eyes widened in surprise - what had brought this on?! "Al--Alright, Gabe... y--you don't have to sleep here if you don't want... w--we'll fix it around to your liking, alright?" said the girl, obviously flustered, unsure what to do. Then she realized - what am I saying?! Of course Gabe wasn't crying over the room! He couldn't even see it! So then... what was wrong?! Why was he crying so loudly, so strongly, his little face turning even more pink than before? She rocked the baby gently in her arms, but he seemed to be having none of it. Oh no... had she done something wrong? "Professor... what did I do?!" she asked her husband, completely panicked, not sure how to fix this.