[The little girl who answered didn't seem particularly phased by the beheading of the dolls, or the mature tone.]

"They said no one can go home," [she told the other girl, with an irritated look that all but said "Adults"] "They said we're stuck here until we aren't."

[She made a face and sat back.]

"No one here can play anything right. Weird things keep happening, but the Raggedy Doctor wont show up at all. It's stupid. Santa brought him for me last easter to fix my wall. Then he left. Then I was here. Well, after I bit the psychiatrist for saying he wasn't real. Then there were living memories. People said they knew the Doctor, then vanished. Mels was here, and then she vanished. People keep vanishing. And no one seems to care. And then I wandered into the mirrors and there were whole worlds behind them. Now some people are too cold. Or too hot. And people keep vanishing."

[She wasn't whining, she was more irritated than anything else, really. And she didn't see too many kids about her age here.]

"And I was older for a while. Then little again. But I wrote it all down."