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Upside down Wheeler House (S4, Ep7)
"might be time to get a maid, wheeler," Robin commented as we walked inside the house. It was dark, filled with vines and it was filled with silence beside our footsteps.
"Come on, I don't want to stay here longer than we have to." Nancy told the group heading upstairs with us right behind her.
Nancy immediately walked to her closet and grabbed a shoe box out of her closet and put it down on her dresser, opening it to show just an old pair of shoes.
"Those aren't guns," Eddie bluntly stated. I slapped his arm and looked at her, "These heels are a bit pointy, but I was hoping for a deadly projectile.
"I don't understand," Nancy stared at the box in disbelief, "Maybe you left them somewhere else."
"or maybe you grabbed the wrong shoe box."
"There's a six year old in the house. I know where I keep my guns," Nancy answered both Eddie's and I'd question, "and also, I gave these away years ago."
Nancy looked at me, "To you," I picked the shoe up and recognized it, it was the heels I wore with the dress to help me fit it in for Will's funeral.
"Yeah I remember these."
Nancy glanced at cards on her bedside table, she grabbed them and started sifting through them.
"I get that grades are important to you, but perhaps studying can wait till we get out of here?" Robin asked her.
"These are from sophomore chemistry." Nancy pointed out, I grabbed them a started looking through them, "These were the ones you let me borrow since I had a final,"
"And this...this wallpaper, this is old wallpaper. And this mirror, this went to a yard sale. And you, you're not supposed to be here. No, I gave you to cousin joanna two years ago." Nancy started looking at her room pointing at objects that she knew didn't belong.
She then walked to her bedside table on the opposite side and grabbed her diary sifting through her pages till she finally stopped.
"what is it?" Eddie asked.
Robin stepped forward," Nancy? You're freaking me out."
"Nancy?"
Nancy's eyes didn't move from her diary as she started speaking, "I think the reason that my guns aren't here is because they don't exist yet."
