Once again, Edna struggled to free herself from the cocoon of fabric encapsulating her to the wall. She pulled with all her might, but the layers of wool were just too thick for her to tear through. With a defeated grunt, she slumped back down. She glanced over at the Mother Superior. The old nun was tirelessly knitting rabbit after rabbit, never stopping for a single moment.

"Mother Superior?" Edna called to her for the third time. "Please, you've got to snap out of it..."

The woman simply continued to stare at her work with a wide, plastered grin on her face. Edna was losing patience quickly.

"Hey, granny." She sniped. "Get a grip, will ya?"

Mother Superior continued to ignore her, humming a little hymn under her breath.

"Or not." Edna grumbled. The situation seemed pretty hopeless. Though her hands were exposed, their movement was too limited for her to reach anything. To her left, she could see the padded ventilation shaft she had used in her daring escape, the rip mended and patched. She was completely immobile with no chance whatsoever to free herself.

She could see now why the nun was so meticulous when it came to embroidery.

Just then, the door swung open. Edna glared at Doctor Marcel as he wheeled himself inside, staring at her with smug amusement.

"Well," He said. "The old dear has certainly made you comfortable."

"Eat me, grandpa."

He waved a finger derisively, clicking his tongue. "Such a tongue, Edna! Well, we wont be dealing with that for long, will we?"

"You really think this is gonna work, Marcel?" She asked humorlessly.

"Will WHAT work, child?"

Edna gestured around the room to the best of her ability. "This. Me. Lilli, Harvey, all of it! You can't really think you're going to pull this off! The police will catch on eventually."

"Pah!" Marcel scoffed. "I've had the police under my thumb for years. I didn't get where I am today without being able to cover my tracks."

The image of her father appeared for a moment in Edna's mind. She wondered if her aim was good enough to spit in Marcel's face from where she was hanging.

"Besides," Marcel continued in his self-satisfied manner . "They can't do anything to me anyway. If you did call the police, what would you even tell them?"

Edna thought for a moment, before answering. "I'd tell them the truth."

Marcel laughed loudly. "The truth!" He exclaimed. "WHAT truth? That you were the one who killed Alfred Marcel? That you attacked the boy's father, leaving him permanently disabled? That you assisted a criminal in escaping from his prison, thus allowing him to murder a man of the cloth?"

She stared at him coldly, as if looking right into his very soul.

"The truth," She said softly. "That a little girl caused a terrible tragedy. The truth that while it was clearly an accident, a certain therapist was looking to lock her away for life."

The smile vanished from Marcel's face entirely.

"The truth that the girl's father didn't have to take the fall." She continued. "The truth that he did it anyway, to save her from the doctor's power. The truth that the doctor went back on his word and had an innocent man given the death penalty. The truth that the little girl was taken by the doctor and locked away for ten years of her life, to have her head experimented on like a lab animal."

His hands were clenching the end of his wheelchair. This time, she looked at him smugly.

"The truth, Doctor." She said. "Is that you're just a sad, delusional fruitcake who torments children to get back at them for your crappy life."

In spite of being bound, Edna felt a sense of triumph as she looked down on Marcel, who was red with fury. He swerved his chair around sharply towards the exit.

"You," He growled. "Are going to be fixed, Edna Konrad. Once an for all."

The large door shut behind him with an ominous bang.

Lilli wretched again as the contents of her stomach emptied into the filthy bowl before her.

The bile burned her throat and caused her eyes to water, but they'd already been wet with tears well before she made it to the bathroom. The image of her dead schoolmates, frozen in permanent states of their final agonizing moments, was forever burned into her consciousness. As was the horrible truth she now realized.

After several minutes, it was finally over. Lilli slumped against the side of the toilet, breathing softly. Her whole body was shaking.

"Do you feel alright, little girl?"

She didn't hear the voice of the laundry man outside the bathroom stall. Her mind was racing with new images, the ones that had once been covered with cheery pink paint. Their crushed, maimed, asphyxiated corpses had always been right there, and she had never once noticed. The thought churned her stomach once again. She choked as the saliva filled her mouth, but there was nothing left inside to come out no matter how much it was trying to. All she could do was spit until it all stopped.

Lilli never wanted to hurt them. In spite of all the constant harassment and condescending detriment, she never wanted this. All she ever wanted was for her peers to accept her.

But what if she didn't? Perhaps deep down, there was a hatred. One that had been pushed far, far into the little girl's mind that festered and grew and grew until it forced itself out in the only way it could. So convinced was Lilli that she wanted to be friends with these awful people, the hatred disguised itself. Funny little gnomes happily blinding her from what her scorn was doing to them.

No, that couldn't be true. It just couldn't! They were only accidents, she was just trying to help her best friend...

Something dawned on her.

"Little girl? Hello?"

Lilli lifted herself from the grimy bathroom floor as best as her little legs could. Taking a breath, she stepped out of the stall and faced the weird man waiting for her in the corner.

"Erm... are you okay?" He asked, shyly twiddling his thumbs. "I was worried, you know..."

In truth, she wasn't even listening. Her thoughts were all on one person.

Doctor Marcel. If it hadn't been for him, none of this would've happened. If he had never come to the convent, Lilli would've never had to help Edna escape. Her friends would be alive, and everything would be fine. Even if their deaths were accidents, he was the catalyst that lead to it. She remembered Edna's stories about the things he'd done, the people he'd hurt. He was a monster, and the world was better off without him.

Lilli knew what she had to do.

Silently, she regarded the Laundry Man for a brief moment. Then she turned to the exit, and slipped out to rejoin the others waiting for her. The Laundry Man, still puzzled and concerned, sat quietly as the look on the child's face stuck with him.

"Brr... Am I crazy, or did it just get colder in here?"