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[In a small room curled up on a couch, or as curled up as you can be at six months pregnant, is a very lost looking little waitress, still in her uniform from the Stardust Diner. The door is half open, but whatever is happing on the other side is completely lost on her. Staring off into space, one hand rubs idly over her swollen stomach as she chews anxiously on the thumbnail of her other hand]