As all the tiny, naked (and, you notice, well built, even Anna and Sabrina) are screaming and rushing around, you decide that perhaps the voice's solution wasn't the best one, even though the voice did stop Emma's beratement of Anna.
You sort of herd all the women back into the dollhouse (those who weren't already in there already) and close the panel behind them. You can hear muffled screams, shouts and protests, but at least the tone of panic has died down. Or maybe it hasn't, but it just seems like it has through the dollhouse wall.
"Okay, now what?" you ask the voice in your head, but there's no answer. You guess it really has gone, you think to yourself.
Not sure what to do next, you sit there, staring into nothing, when the little front door of the dollhouse opens, and stepping out, wrapped in a miniature quilt is
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