Did someone say creepy little girl? Here you go!
Anne turned from the scene behind the reinforced glass window to see Bree in her pink linen pajamas. Bree held a threadbare kitten that was at one time white, but now, even the industrial lighting in the room couldn’t wash out the dinge.
Anne knelt in front of Bree, and pushed Bree’s blonde hair over one of her ears. “What is it sweetie?”
Bree hugged her kitty close, and in a small voice asked, “Why are you so sad here?”
Anne glanced back at the window where Peter and Kristoff lay on medical beds, tubes running from their arms and wrists into machines whose purpose was known only to Dr. Globe, and the team of scientists that were constantly going to and fro from the room to their lab past another reinforced glass window.
“Well, honey,” Anne replied when she returned her attention to the little girl, “I’m…
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