If you like that title reference, don't worry, there's more to come.

Ines wandered through the basement. After all this time it helped to get her bearings. There were many other spirits, though few were in a talkative mood. Most of them were not aggressive to her, not as long as they thought she still intended to help them get their revenge. Her favorite place was still the rat-infested hallway. Ines had always loved animals, even the ones most others disdained. She recalled her days on the street, how she would spend her time playing with the rats in the alleyway, teaching them tricks to show to the other urchins. She smiled fondly at the memory; it was one of the few good ones she had of those days.

She eventually stumbled across a whole village of living dolls. They seemed to pay her no mind as they went about their day. Disregarding the cavernous scenery, it looked oddly like a real town, albeit a small one. When she was alive, the town would've seemed like a dream come true. Now it was more like a nightmare.

Eventually she came across a massive hallway. It was completely out of place in the basement, and was styled more like how she remembered the upper floors. It had black and white diamond-shaped marble tiles in a checkered pattern and columns of marble pillars holding up the roof. The hall ended in two ornate silver doors with a variety of patterns etched into them. They were topped with a half circle window made of red stained glass. In front of the doors was a blonde doll in a pink dress sat on a small backless throne.

The Chapel. Ines recalled the location. She always found it odd that the Drevises chose to build a church underground.

Ines walked up to the doll, smiling. "Hi! My name's Ines. Y tu?" Ines held out her hand.

"YOU WON'T PASS."

Ines cackled madly at the response. She laughed so hard she could barely get her response out. "Oh my God, you really do talk! I was worried I was wrong about that! Man, I would've looked like an idiot!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"I'm just looking around. Exploring, ya know? It is so booooorrriiiinngggg down here." That was an understatement. Ines was starting to go mad with boredom, and she was mad enough as was.

"SO, WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY HERE?" She didn't look busy.

"Your name, remember?" Ines wasn't sure she'd understood her previously, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to be courteous to the doll given her attitude.

The doll groaned. "IT'S AMANDA, NOW GO AWAY, AS LONG AS I'M HERE, NO ONE GETS THROUGH."

"Fine, fine. What's so important about the church anyway?"

"THE DOCTOR, YOU IDIOT. IF HIS WORTHLESS DAUGHTER GETS DOWN HERE, WE CAN'T LET HER GET THROUGH."

Ines wanted to crush the doll then and there for that comment, but if she blew her cover now, the spirits would kill her, or kill her again that is. Aya would need her help later, this brat would have to wait.

"WHY DON'T YOU GO BUG THE OTHERS IN THE INCINERATOR ROOM? I'M BUSY!"

"Fiiiine, fine. You know, for a doll, you're really not very fun." Ines wandered off. She wasn't getting anything useful out of her. She headed off the incinerator room.

The path to the incinerator room was a winding path that led through several church hallways lined with stained glass windows. Ines almost wished the dolls patrolling the room were hostile to her. Evading them would at least give her something to do. The final stretch to the incinerator room consisted of a hollowed-out cavern with no construction whatsoever.

Guess the architect got lazy.

She threw open the metal door to the incinerator room. Inside was a square room with a path to the right leading further in. The floors were cobblestone, but the walls were solid steal. The room contained several oil barrels, crates, and what appeared to be more conventional wooden barrels as well. There were three dolls in the room as well. They resembled the ones she remembered from the doll room. One was in red, one in purple, and one in blue.

The red one spoke. "Who are you?"

Ines broke into her trademark mischievous grin once more. "Hola, me llamo Ines. Como se llama?"

"…What?" Red spoke again.

The blue one chimed in. "It's just another spirit, ignore her."

"Aw come on! It so lame down here I could die again!"

The purple one was the last to speak. "Fine, what do you want?"

"What do you guys do for fun down here?" Ines responded, stretching.

"Not much now, nobody lives here but the Doctor, and Monika's got dibs. We'd love some humans to toy with, but unless that little brat get's down here, that's not gonna happen."

Ines's eye twitched at the remark. "you mean Aya?"

Red spoke up again. "Yeah, whatever. You bring her here, and we can have some real fun."

Ines struggled to suppress her rage, hiding it behind her mischievous smile like she did every other negative feeling for as long as she could remember. She forced out a laugh. "Hah! Even if I wanted to do that, how could I? Have you tried getting upstairs? It's not easy!" She crossed her arms behind her head and began taking long strides across the room.

Blue groaned. "Can't you spirits like… manifest in other parts of the house?"

"We can what?" Ines was confused now.

Red spoke next "You really are a moron, you know that? If you're not tied to the area of your death, you can just think of where you want to go, and go there. You're not tied down, are you?"

"Nope! I died in the lab!" Ines said jovially, desperately trying to stop from shaking at the memory.

Purple spoke up. Well, give it a try, then! Anything to get you out of our hair."

The insults bounced off Ines like rubber balls. She was used to it by now. "Okay! I'll let you know how it goes!" She left before the dolls could respond.

Ines headed back to her room. She sat down on her bed and tried to imagine another area of the house. She decided on the Storehouse. She could really use a bite to eat, and it was best to go where she wouldn't get caught. She closed her eyes and imagined the dark, musty hallway. When She opened her eyes, she was in the Storehouse. She saw a figure in the distance. Another spirit?

Ines grinned again and crept up on the figure. Surely, they wouldn't mind a bit of harmless fun, right? It was their last chance to do so before they moved on, after all. She crept closer and closer until she was right next to them, when suddenly, a light illuminated the room. Ines could see the figure now. She had long black hair, and wore a blue dress.

No, could it be?

Aya had been an infant when Ines last saw her, but her clothes were the same colors as Aya's baby clothes, and her hair was the same color. She knew Aya was in this house, and the odds of another girl looking and dressing just like she imagined Aya would were slim to none.

The girl turned around. The brief glimpse of her face was all she needed to confirm it. But when Aya turned around fully, Ines was gone.

Ines materialized back in her room, sitting on her bed. She was breathing heavily despite no longer needing too. As soon as she came to her senses, she buried her face into the pillow.

Why did I do that? Why was I so afraid? I could have helped her! Why am I such a coward?

Ines rolled over on her side, tears forming in her eyes.

You're worthless. You couldn't help your parents, you couldn't help yourself, and now you can't even help her.

The thoughts echoed through her mind despite her desperate attempts to silence them.

Why did you even come back? What are you here for? Why come back if you're not going to do anything useful? You're worth more as a doll than you ever were alive.

And with that, Ines began to cry.

I figured Ines would know at least a little Spanish. We don't know where she's from, but given her name, I'd imagine she has Spanish ancestry at least.

Ironic that a chapter focusing on my favorite character introduces my least favorites.