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whole new world
Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.
Cindy isn't there, but he left some snacks on the counter - assorted fruits and a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies.
The funny music machine is reasonably cooperative!
And soon enough, Cindy comes home. He grins at her as he climbs in the window.
"Here'n'there. I had some people to talk to. Could be I'm making a new friend," he says cheerfully.
"We-ell, that part I don't know yet," he says. "You couldn't really say we've met. It's more like we're, hmm, writing letters."
"I don't know yet if I'm gonna see 'em at all," he says. "It only could be I'm making a friend. Could be I'm getting to know somebody who's gonna try to kill me." Brightly, "Could be both."
"Can't help you there," he says. "But I'll try not to get killed."
"Are ya hungry? I think I'm gonna make lunch," he says, proceeding into the kitchen area and scooping a cookie on the way.
He makes lunch! It is mysterious but tasty. And he washes all the dishes and cleans everything up afterward.
"You can if you want," he says. "But people are probably gonna see you, and if they see you and believe themselves there's no telling what they'll do. Could be something you won't like."
"Somebody might try to take you apart to see what you're made of, or lock you in a box for people to stare at."
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