[ She's on her knees in a snow drift. She has snow everywhere, clinging to her gloves, her hair, her cloak, as though she's been digging through it frantically. In one hand she's holding a golden hoop. She slides it on her wrist, but rather than looking triumphant, she seems to break down, curling into a ball to sob. ]I found it... I found it so
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Angela, what...?
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Did he leave? Could he just have gotten lost somewhere?
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[Trots forward and bumps her head against Angela's shoulder.]
Surely you will be able to find him though, yes?
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