Chapter 7

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In her small room, Ms. Rosemary makes herself a hot cup of tea. Upon turning around she drops her tea, cup shattering as she looks up at the blood stained bear. Dolly curled up in his large arms whimpering and badly damaged. Tearing his gaze from her, Teddy looks to Rosemary pleadingly. "Fix her.." his deep voice strains, gently lowering his friend down. Frantic Rosemary gets to work bandaging up the dolls head, legs and other injuries. With a nod Teddy, picks up the sleeping doll, leaving Ms. Rosemary to question her sanity. As it turns to dusk Teddy pushes on through the forest shrubbery. Blinded by a bright flash he trips, shielding dolly in his arms before falling into darkness.

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