Filthy. Absolutely filthy. Even Jennifer's room wasn't so dirty, and hers was aptly named. Where have I found myself?
Hm. No Meg, no Eleanor. Not even that wretched Amanda to badger me. Where have they all gone?
...Hello? Is someone there? Where am I?
[In the background, there's a soft sound of growling, and a faint gasp.]
That's not funny, Wendy. I
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