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The Apartment #184

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Whatever it was doing took its whole concentration.
Whatever it was didn't seem to notice her move.
Whatever it was.
As she looked around she realised the room was drowned in darkness. Her brow furrowed, not just in pain. Surely it had been daylight a moment ago? She blinked and slowly bought her hand up to rub her eyes. Focus! she thought. That's it! It must be night.
As she adjusted to the light, blacker silhouettes, more or less familiar to her, formed into familiar objects that she knew in the room. A chair. Table. A door. Timmy's toybox.
Timmy!

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