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[byweavinglives]

[The camera shows a little girl with black hair and brown eyes - she looks eight or nine.]

Nanny....nanny! Onda fya ondjala!

[There's a pause here]

Tate?

[Another pause, as she considers. She looks like she's thought of something, though!]

Haai? Ek is verlore...ek het honger, ek soek na nanny...

[She pauses again, and speaks once more. Her

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[threadthefire]

[Oh, joy, another one.]

Miss Saya?

[prewoven]

No, Satya.

[threadthefire]

Apologies, I didn't mean to mispronounce. [This is going to go splendidly, he can already tell.]

I hate to have to tell you this, but you're not in your home.

[prewoven]

[Sigh]

It's all right. My nanny says it wrong, too.

Do you know where the American Embassy is?

[threadthefire]

There... isn't one. This isn't the world you're used to.

[prewoven]

I'm sorry?

[threadthefire]

I know, it sounds quite ridiculous. But nevertheless, here you are. Do you need some assistance?

[prewoven]

Well, I think so.

[threadthefire]

Can you describe your surroundings?

[prewoven]

I'm a very large room...like the size of the Embassy's room for parties, maybe.

[threadthefire]

Does it look like a warehouse? Or a garage?

[prewoven]

I don't see any cars. Isn't that was garages are for? When we went to America, that's what my auntie called it.

[threadthefire]

True. Can you describe it better? Is there anything in it, furniture?

[prewoven]

It's simply...a very large room! It's empty. I came down the stairs from a bedroom and I turned around and I ended up here.

[threadthefire]

You were in a bedroom?

[prewoven]

When I woke up.