What a difference a day makes where a little girl once stood, now sits an empty base. Cold and shiny, hard and tiny. Difficult to wash away. Oh, monsters get creative every day. And nothing can prepare you for the day they run away. Your fine tutelage is no longer needed, so you’ve sealed your fate. One minute, she's your best friend! Then you watch her take your place. I guess that taught them all the same. You clever little charlatans, ambition gleams in overdrive, and I can't take it.
