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There's a little girl running around the halls, a popsicle in one hand and a water blaster in the other. She is not lost, she knows where she is, but nothing is where it should be and everybody looks confused or unhappy and and and she wants her mother.
"MOM. WHERE ARE YOU?"
A few of the base soldiers give her odd looks, but none of them seem particularly inclined to help.
"MOMMY."
She turns another corner and runs down this hall, looking in every open door and in every alcove.
"MOM. THIS ISN'T FUNNY. I'M TOO OLD FOR HIDE AND SEEK."
"MOM. WHERE ARE YOU?"
A few of the base soldiers give her odd looks, but none of them seem particularly inclined to help.
"MOMMY."
She turns another corner and runs down this hall, looking in every open door and in every alcove.
"MOM. THIS ISN'T FUNNY. I'M TOO OLD FOR HIDE AND SEEK."