So this is what hapened...

My brother and I got home from church, so I grabbed some cookie dough, got on my laptop and was about to relax and get ready for bed when my brother comes rushing in, tells me his ex girlfriend, whom we are still friends with, is having a massive anxiety attack (she gets them quite a bit, but this one was worse than normal) and she is asking for him. So we got in my car and sped to her house, which is about ten miles away, run inside and find her hyperventilating on her bed, speaking repetitively and incoherently. My brother gets to her side, comforts her, and a few minutes (and a bit of puking) later she settles down and starts to breathe normally. I stand in the doorway and he settles her into her bed and begins to tell her a story.
"There once was a girl named..." He was thinking of a name.
"Bella." I filled in.
"And there was a guy named..."
"Edward"
She laughed.
"So Bella and Edward lived in this town..."
"Forks, Washington."
And he proceeded to tell the entire summarized version of Twilight to her and ended it with "And it was called Sunset" . She felt much better.
Thank you Stephenie Meyer.