[ He follows her, slowly, warily. She doesn’t seem to know what’s going on any more than he does, but the thought of being left alone in this strange house is enough to make him shudder. The house is big, multi-storied and expansive, nothing like the little closet of a room he’d been living in before.
She’s standing in a different room at the base of the stairs, and it’s something of a relief that she hadn’t left. Pressed against her ear is a strange contraption with a wire attaching it to some sort of box. It must be the telephone, he realizes, and waits for her to do…well. Whatever it is she’s doing with it. ]
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She’s standing in a different room at the base of the stairs, and it’s something of a relief that she hadn’t left. Pressed against her ear is a strange contraption with a wire attaching it to some sort of box. It must be the telephone, he realizes, and waits for her to do…well. Whatever it is she’s doing with it. ]