“Miss?” A word pushes itself through the sobs. A word filled with fear and mental overload. She lifts her head, slowly turning around. And true enough there it is, right at the door, its hands in front of its chest, wearing an expression of bewilderment and true puzzlement. Understandably so. After all, she had never sobbed like this before. That is, she had never sobbed with anyone else to notice yet. “Miss?” It asked again, slowly moving forward. She had programmed it to fulfill her every wish but never thought a situation like this might arise. “This one heard you, Miss. But it doesn’t understand. What could possibly …” She snaps her fingers, instantly silencing it. She can’t take this, not right now. It wouldn’t understand anyway, how could it? With so many things like it all around … She sighs. It’s been a while since she last heard of others like herself. There was a mentor once, yes. Or something of the like. Someone who showed her the way at least, not realizing themselves that they did it. But they vanished, along with any trace of there being others. Did they themselves even notice her? Well why should they, after all, she didn't know back then herself, hidden beneath denial and lies. How does one find a witch? She doesn’t know. She doesn’t even know how she could be found. At least all her attempts and signals proved futile. Days passed. Into months. Into years. And still nothing. Dolls however, they seemed to have a knack for it. Some of them at least. So many have passed through this place. And so many does she see outside, roaming the streets, the fields, the plains. She stands up and opens the window. So many outside her little cottage too. Some of them playing. Some tending to the garden, some just wandering around aimlessly with nothing to do, occasionally bumping into each other. A bizarre sight. But she’s used to it. Adorably pathetic. Cutely embarrassing. She sighs. Remembering that she wasn’t alone she snaps her fingers. Holding up her hand to stop the doll just before it can continue she tells it to get her some tea. Maybe one day she will ask one of them. She laughs. That is not how this works after all now, is it.