trying to clean Francis' house sneakily. And not doing a very good job.

is missing a front door now.

wants it to stop raining.

thinks she just ate sand somehow.

rolls around on the beach like a little kid. ...Or a dog.

is going to blame the fish icecream she ate before bed for that messed up dream.

beats on Francis' front door.

sits on a swing in the park, marveling at how unnaturally quiet it is.

fell in a giant puddle again, and is shuffling home, an annoyed expression on her face.

wanders into the pharmacy, hoping she can find something to help her headaches. ...with no second motives at all, noooooo.