[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

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[sister1bear]

*8-year-old girl with a baby on her hip. She notices Miranda and approaches.*

Hi.

[rewinding_time]

[Looks scared, but tries to stop crying]

[sister1bear]

*Sits down and places the baby between her legs*

What's your name? I'm Nita and this is...Ran,I think. Allen called her Ran.

[rewinding_time]

[Still sobbing and hugs her doll rightly]

M-Miranda...

[sister1bear]

[Smiles,the baby tries to crawl away but Nita holds her firmly from getting away. Still smiling]

Nice name. But...why are you crying? Are you hurt somewhere?