"Who is that??"
You watch as the figure disappears so rapidly you begin to wonder if
they are really responsible. A loud clang makes you jump nearly out of
your skin. She dropped the camera, and now was sinking to the floor,
sobbing.
"What's going on??" she cried, her eyes wide and fearful,
her fists raised to her mouth, "who was that? Why is this
happening?"
You kneel down next to her and try to console her, but her sobs are
shaking her frail body even harder.
"Please, sweety, you've got to pull it together!" you
plead, "If we're going to solve this at all I'm going to need
your help!"
