A young girl, no older than six, is sitting alone in her bedroom. She's got her dolls set up, fancy and proper, awaiting tea to be served. She hears her mother calling for her from the kitchen. "I'll be right back, ladies and gentlemen. There is something I must attend to!"
She hops up and skitters down the hallway. Just as she's passing the hall closet, the door opens a crack and a feminine hand reaches out and pulls her in, covering her mouth. "Don't scream, darling. Please."
The girl looks up at her mother, her heart racing. The mother says, "Don't go in the kitchen. I heard it, too."
