E:"You know... Your story has already been told, little doll." The doll sets its witch's food on the tray in front of her before it tilts its head in curiosity. She tries to stifle a cough. But it comes out, heavy and wet. She lift her handkerchief up to her mouth.

It comes away red. Her doll winces. E:"My story, too, has already been told." A bitter smile crosses the witch's face. But the doll, here, speaks. H:"This one... Likes to believe that the end isn't set in stone." The doll takes a seat up on its witch's bed.