Re: Booth area
Quinn was silent, hands tightly around the bear and holding on. "Home is good," she said quietly. Home was safe. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths as he pushed her towards the exits. "The metal," she finally spoke up, "Sound of it...against each other. Sharp. He...has a glove. Knives for fingers. And...before he...he'd rub them together. They'd...make that sound.."