[Eyes staring at here... It's the thing Dave's hugging. It looks soft and fluffy and kind of nice, but it's also...this weird animal-

Not like the ones in her dreams. Still, she flinches and lets out a small hiccup.] I- I miss mine too. [Just...not even going along with his obvious lie, okay.] I tr-tried to c...call them, b-but then I remembered um...they're not...

[She locks her knees, under...what looks like an oversized shirt as a nightgown. One that, unbeknownst to her, she'd bought when she was older and things were normal. It was already big then, so now... It reaches her knees, easily. Makes her look smaller and younger, but then she always has that problem; when the fear takes over, it becomes hard to do anything but scrunch up, systematically becoming more compact and unassuming.

Her eyes dart about. There's nothing else here, right? It was...definitely not real, right...?]

They a-always...when I...w-wake up in the night, s-so... [Shuffles forward a little more. Just...a bit closer.]