[There's the sound of little-girl footsteps as Molly walks around the apartment slowly and cautiously]

Nathan? Nathan, are you there?

[...]

Nathan?

[ooc: she's alone in now; SOMEONE ADOPT HER? 8(]

When Mom and Dad were alive, we'd dye some eggs really pretty colors on Easter, and then they'd hide them around the house for me to find. But last year I told them I was probably getting too old for little-kid stuff like that, so we just went out to dinner at Mom's favorite restaurant and that was it.

[she taps her finger against the windowsill ( Read more... )

[have a cute little girl sitting in Nathan and Claire's apartment-- she knows she's being recorded, and she gives a little wave]

Hi! I'm Molly. I'm eight. I'm from Los Angeles, and kind of New York, I guess. I'm... new here? And I want to meet more people!

[she still doesn't really understand how this place works, but Nathan at least reassured ( Read more... )

[The communicator turns on suddenly, due to being squeezed out of fear-- in the background, low, eerie-sounding moans can be heard, as well as a frightened young girl's voice]

Who... who's there? Hello?

[The moaning gets louder, and suddenly there's the sound of the girl's scream, followed by her running footsteps]

[The audio cuts out]