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.

H:"Not yet, at least." The witch's smile changes. Bitter to wistful. E:"Me too, little doll." She lifts a spoonful of food. E:"Me too."