♥ [we lift our hands and pray over your body]
[Hello, 338 Brady Lane. There's a sickly young woman sitting at the kitchen table, staring off into space with a shocked look on her face.
Being back here? Is not okay. She had her husband and two children and happy little house and family. And now she's back here, in this hell hole.
A few moments after just sitting there and staring at the kitchen table, she relocates to the living room and picks up the phone.]
Ahm, hello? It's been, ah, quite a while since I've been here. I don't know if anyone remembers me or if any of you that I had known are still here -- it's, er, Nadia Sullivan, by the way -- but if anyone would be so kind as to fill me in? On what I've missed over these past few years.
I-I would really appreciate it.
Being back here? Is not okay. She had her husband and two children and happy little house and family. And now she's back here, in this hell hole.
A few moments after just sitting there and staring at the kitchen table, she relocates to the living room and picks up the phone.]
Ahm, hello? It's been, ah, quite a while since I've been here. I don't know if anyone remembers me or if any of you that I had known are still here -- it's, er, Nadia Sullivan, by the way -- but if anyone would be so kind as to fill me in? On what I've missed over these past few years.
I-I would really appreciate it.