[Aubrey’s on her feet. She nods.]
Right. Then this one—
[Ahead; they entered through the one behind them. There shouldn’t be a door here in her real house, but there shouldn’t be an arcade cabinet or coin or off-white couch, either. Best not to focus on the discrepancies now, though.]
—leads to a hallway.
[Hand on the knob, firm. She turns it, and—
[Well.
[Fucking nothing. [It doesn’t budge.]
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[Aubrey’s on her feet. She nods.]
Right. Then this one—
[Ahead; they entered through the one behind them. There shouldn’t be a door here in her real house, but there shouldn’t be an arcade cabinet or coin or off-white couch, either. Best not to focus on the discrepancies now, though.]
—leads to a hallway.
[Hand on the knob, firm. She turns it, and—
[Well.
[Fucking nothing.
[It doesn’t budge.]