Mulberry waits until the puppet crawls away from the door and cracks it open slightly to look out at her.

The puppet's head swivels around on it's socket, and spotting Mulberry it crawls backwards like spider at her. The mare shuts the door quickly and then backs away, drawing her gun.

Emilia skitters along the door for a while. There is a pause, and then some scratching. There are a few loud thuds, and then the puppet walks along back on the window, searching again.







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