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[hydrophobia]

[This muse comes and goes. She's a very pale little girl, with wide, black eyes that seem to never blink. Hair covering half of her face. She stares intently, wringing her fingers.]

You let the other girls go, can I go now, too?

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[hydrophobia]

No, it's not.

[sardonically]

[A pause. And a shrug.]

All right. So it's not. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say, hey, you want out as much as I do.

[hydrophobia]

Maybe.

Did you die, too?

[sardonically]

Yeah, I did, kiddo. Guess we're both ghosts.

[hydrophobia]

Do you like being a ghost?

I don't want to be a ghost no more.

[sardonically]

Like? [Scoff.] No, neither of us do.

I'd wish you the best of luck, but... [Arms out wide.] Look where we are now. No intention of ever getting out.

clay. NO

[hydrophobia]

That's not how it works.

8( I CAN'T HELP IT

[sardonically]

No? Then how does it work? You tell me.

NO, THIS IS SOMETHING YOU DON'T WANNA GET INTO

[hydrophobia]

Not for telling. Better to see.

OR IS IT?

[sardonically]

Now you're speaking my language.

What do you have to show me, Alice?

NO, STOP THAT

[hydrophobia]

If you come again, then I will come back.

MAKE ME

[sardonically]

Like a true haunting. Now that's something I'd like to see.