Ron woke up to the sound of thunder outside and the drumming of rain on the roof. He was in the Cabin. Immediately, gaining a better understanding of his bearings, he noticed that Naomi was waking up too, she looked upset.

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Naomi cleared her eyes. There was a loud crack of lighting outside. She realized that she wasn't, in fact, in a frozen lake but in the same cabin that she had fallen asleep in.

"You had bad dreams too, huh?"  Ron smiled at Naomi.  "I guess that being stuck in here doesn't stop that sort of stuff."  He spoke low to avoid waking Dawn, Bradford and the others.  "You got any ideas on what we can do to get back home?  I mean, all this stuff sounds like crazy talking to me, but what we saw yesterday was crazy too."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She wailed as she was still trying to escape the nightmare. "Y-you wouldn't come in! I-I tried! I tried I tried I tried!" Her words were blubbered and broken by a few tears running down her face as the girl whimpered, crawling into a ball as she found herself in reality again, but hardly in better shape. The girl's eyes were bringing back all sorts of horrible memories, the sounds, the sights, the smells, everything. She twisted and turned before balling her hand into a fist and bashing herself in the head. "J-just go away! Right now!" She said before her eyes shot open and her head pain started to catch up to her. She seemed to just realize Ron's presence. "R-right...I-I um...d-don't mean you." She started to take deep breaths. Just like Big sis taught her. Think about happy things. Let the bad things go away. She whimpered a bit and sighed. "A-are you um...alright?" She asked, seemingly trying to change the subject.
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Ron nodded.  "Yeah."  He looks uncomfortable for a few moments. "I guess that your family didn't make it and the clown got them.  I'm really, really sorry..."  Not knowing what else to say, Ron trails off.

Bobby was awake as well. "I've been watching guard." he said. "Took the night shift. This place sure doesn't change much. There's nothing but bread, cheese, and mayonnaise in the fridge." He added.

"I didn't see nothing out of the ordinary though. And I would have too, because I'm a G.I. Joe and deeply trained under cover."

Henri work up suddenly, jerking himself into a sitting position.  His shout came out raspy and hurt his parched throat.  Where he had hit his face still hurt, there was a line down his back that was not quite on fire, and his right arm  felt like it was in a million pieces.  He glanced around at his surrounding, confused as to where he was and how he got here.  He noticed three other kids sitting on the floor near him.  "l'eau l'eau" he begged.

Naomi sighed a little bit and curled up further into a ball when Ron spoke to her. Nobody made it out but her. But they could have. She screwed up! She screwed up! She remembered all of the looks of disappointment from her parents and her brother when she screwed up, when she failed on a test or something like that. IT was all horrible beyond belief. She turned and nodded to Bobby when he mentioned that everything was the same. "R-right now...keeping things safe and the same is probably good." She said with a deep breath.

Ron saw that Naomi didn't want to talk about what happened.  He didn't know her and didn't want to push, so he didn't.  He sighed to himself, thinking that his older brother was the one who was good at talking to strange girls.  Seeing the new arrival awaken and begin speaking, Ron stared for a moment.  Then he spoke a bit louder and noticeably slower.  "I don't understand.  Do you speak English?"

"Hey! Who's that?" Bradford asked, looking at Henri, adjusting his large glasses, the eyes behind them blinking like Mr. McGoo.

It was clear that despite the horrific things that had happened, Bradford was bringing his usual morning energy.

"We've got a new one, Ron!" he said. Bradford had been asleep the night before, and so he hadn't seen what had happened, how Henri had made his way from...wherever he came from, to get through to the other side of the wall.

Then he saw Henri's face: Swollen on one side. Saw Henri's hands: skin broken and blistered. Saw Henri's clothing: sticky with some kind of oily liquid.

"Hey, kid, you OK?" he asked softly.

It took a moment for Henri's head to start clearing at least some.  American English, he must still be somewhere in the States.  He called out again, this time in English.  "Water, please," his voice still raspy.

A girl that no one had seen before wandered out of the kitchen holding a glass of water. It swished and swashed as she walked forward, bits of water spilling out of the cup and onto the floor.

She took Henri into her arms--which were quite small--and then began to gingerly let him sip from the cup of water.

To Henri, the girl's hands felt practiced, but her emotions felt distant.

"Here. Take some of this." She said, trying to pour the water in Henri's mouth.

Naomi instantly recognized that the voice was that of the old Woman.