[Same boat, Sadie figures. She feels herself genuinely starting to feel less tense, both frustrated and glad to have ended up with someone else in her situation. Less helpless, in a way.]
Are you talking about the like...laughter?
[Sadie glances over her shoulder. It's not the first time she's encountered that, actually—she ran into once back home, when she thought she was dealing with a poltergeist or similar... That was a bad night.]
Sounds like a kid, but I doubt that's what it is...
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[Same boat, Sadie figures. She feels herself genuinely starting to feel less tense, both frustrated and glad to have ended up with someone else in her situation. Less helpless, in a way.]
Are you talking about the like...laughter?
[Sadie glances over her shoulder. It's not the first time she's encountered that, actually—she ran into once back home, when she thought she was dealing with a poltergeist or similar... That was a bad night.]
Sounds like a kid, but I doubt that's what it is...
—Um. Why do you have a shovel, by the way?