
Gage: Yeah, this is the last bunch for now. There are a few tinies unaccounted for, but they've gotta be here somewhere, right? Thorne is working on it.

Gage: I know, but you're doing what you have to to keep everyone safe. Everyone understands. Honestly, toys understand needing to go inert every once in a while. It's okay.

Gage: What?
Wendy: Going "inert"?

Wendy: Okay... I guess that's good.

Wendy: Neither do I. Neither do I.
Gage: HEY! You've got ME right?
Wendy: *laughing* Right. Sorry.





(voices coming back in the front door)



Wendy: I wish I knew how long I was going to have to store everyone for. Heck, I wish I knew ANYTHING.
Gage: It was your idea to pack Theia, your Oracle. *snicker*
Wendy: Hee hee. Funny bunny you are. You're just all punchy 'cause Kumo's in storage.
Gage: Well, this moving stuff isn't ALL bad. Treat you to a milkshake, poutypants?
Wendy: Yeah, that sounds good. Drowning my sorrows in vanilla flavored empty calories. Let's go.
(leaving sounds... the front door closes)





Lenore: But first... I need to find something to wear that is not my nightgown. Nightclothes in the afternoon, tsk... it's just not dignified. Especially not for a personal assistant and companion!