"You're welcome," says Darla, who can be oddly perceptive at times.
"Let's find someplace else to be. If whoever trapped you here comes back, well..."
At a flick of her hand, one of the papers she liberated flutters to the ground and scoops the salt more or less back into its original position.
"...I wouldn't take the chance that that'll fool them."
Having thus spoken, she calls the paper back into her hand and sets off down the street.
"I've been staying at an abandoned house on the other side of town. Something like this place, only not so creepy and with more plants. And I don't have neighbours, which is a good thing because I can't imagine they'd react well if they heard me talking to empty air. Some things are still crazy even in this bloody-'scuse-me strange world."
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"Let's find someplace else to be. If whoever trapped you here comes back, well..."
At a flick of her hand, one of the papers she liberated flutters to the ground and scoops the salt more or less back into its original position.
"...I wouldn't take the chance that that'll fool them."
Having thus spoken, she calls the paper back into her hand and sets off down the street.
"I've been staying at an abandoned house on the other side of town. Something like this place, only not so creepy and with more plants. And I don't have neighbours, which is a good thing because I can't imagine they'd react well if they heard me talking to empty air. Some things are still crazy even in this bloody-'scuse-me strange world."