[Whether she realizes it or not, River stands at the head of the doll splayed on the schoolyard ground. As Wilhelm waits for an answer that seems like it will never come, he watches as River slips into a trance. At first, it's little different from her normal — she often wears that wild-eyed look, as if she's seeing things that others can't, and that dreaminess draped about her, as if she's floating around on a current of thoughts.
But then she starts joining in the strange chorus of whispers and mumbles. We're not allowed. Come, let's go, let's play again. It crawls up his skin, leaving goosebumps behind. That's when he grabs River's shoulders and pulls her back from the circle.]
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But then she starts joining in the strange chorus of whispers and mumbles. We're not allowed. Come, let's go, let's play again. It crawls up his skin, leaving goosebumps behind. That's when he grabs River's shoulders and pulls her back from the circle.]
Hey, River, are you okay?