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For one thing, the nest of rough, heavy, buckle covered fabric she's nestled in is something that couldn't have just found its way underneath her when she passed out.
"- I can't, I just - I know, I know she's probably a monster! With the little sharp snarly teeth biting everything I can't -"
And it's dark, in here, but maybe not dark enough - the flickers of light from a series of screens cuts across the concrete floor and hi-lights the dark, ugly puddles and stains on the tile floor.
"- not fair not it wouldn't be fair what if she's not -"
Oh. And that skeletal boy curled up in a ball across the room clutching someone small and fuzzy to his chest while staring at Claire with his huge, huge eyes, babbling softly and tonelessly to himself...he's new.