[I thought about it. About doing worse. What would be worse? The words chill her. She tries to pull back in order to wrap her arms around herself.]
I have to go home. [She mumbles that. Babbles, even. How does one even get out of this place.] They'll be wanting dinner. I make dinner for them sometimes.
[She has no intention of making dinner. She only wants to lock herself in her room and dream about what kind of dog she is going to get. A big one. A big, loyal one.]
[action -- SIX O'CLOCK.]
I have to go home. [She mumbles that. Babbles, even. How does one even get out of this place.] They'll be wanting dinner. I make dinner for them sometimes.
[She has no intention of making dinner. She only wants to lock herself in her room and dream about what kind of dog she is going to get. A big one. A big, loyal one.]