"I can smell angels, daddy!" and the little girl runs through the doorway excitedly.
The huge beast lumbers on behind her, his footsteps thudding and clunking through the corridors. The girl holds her hands to her chest with a giggle in anticipation of a new angel to play with in this former foyer, then kneels to pierce the flesh with her bottle's needle. A clunking sound behind causes her to look to see that the door has shut, her daddy the other side.
"Well looky what we got here." a splicer with torn cheeks and half a jaw approaches from out of a dark corner.
"Come on, sweety. Let's have a taste." another dressed in twin set and pearls attempts to coax her. Her attire and her face disagree with each other, half of her skin burnt solid and waxy.
The girl finds herself surrounded by five of these horrors.
"Daddy!" she screams out but can only hear him pound his fist on the door, crying out desperate deep wails.
Four of the splicers are upon her, holding her down by a limb each and gurning, leering, while the fifth prepares to take back her angels.
"Mister Bubbles!" she tries again.
Daddy always comes. Daddy always saves her.
"Daddy!"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." she says, re-gaining her bearings, "Go back to sleep, dear. I'm just going to get some water."
"Mmm." her lover rolls back over.
She gets out of bed and goes down to the kitchen then just stares out of the window a moment but the feeling won't leave her. Taking a glass from the draining board she opens the faucet. The falling water rings on the metal sink and the sound goes right through her, like those corridors in disrepair that were once her playground. She looks to the telephone and lets out a long sighing breathe before picking it up to dial.
"Hello? Sorry it's so late."
"Never a problem. What's up?"
"Oh. Nothing. I just wanted... Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you're alright."
"Are you alright?"
"I am now. Thanks. And sorry. 'night, Jack."
"Any time. 'night, honey."