[four] Miranda, Miranda, unlucky Miranda...

[rewinding_time]

[A small girl with black, messy hair dressed in black dress is sitting right outside the Firehouse. She's holding a needle and a broken doll she's been trying to fix, and she's crying desperately. Eventually, she starts swaying and humming a song.]

Miranda, Miranda, unlucky Miranda
You're not popular
You're too dark
You're so slow...

[This again and again and again, accompanied with endless sobs.]