Chapter 1B*Girl

You sneak between the paper dividers and stare with newly found respect for the bed. You carefully pull the corner of the sheets up, then snuggle underneath them. You realize, much to your delight, that the mattress is heated, and you fall into a comfortable slumber after counting Applejacks leaping over a fence.

You dream about rain, and cold, then knocks at the door. Wait. Knocking?

You blearily wake up, realizing that the knocking is real. You stare at the unappealing walk to the door, but remind yourself that if someone is knocking, it's probably important. What to do?

Answer the door.

Leave it.