My only fast food weakness is Five Guys. Apparently, I'm human.
The Situation: In the dead of night, we hear an ominous sound. A crack, a rumble, a screech, something of that sort.
Her thoughts: Well, the house could be falling down. Or it could be a robber. Or a bat or a cricket inside the house, or the cats fighting. In the case of any of those, I really don't want to know, and I especially don't want to deal with such situations in the middle of the night so I'll just wrap up a little tighter in my blankets and close my eyes and go back to sleep.
His thoughts: Either the house is falling down, there's an intruder, or something is attacking my cats. I must do something to solve the problem!! *Jumps out of bed and runs out of the room, grabbing a flashlight on the way*