As Jessica laid in the bath she let her mind drift off. Something about that house, that doll, and that journal. Perhaps the journal had more information on where the doll came from, it was definitely nothing like a doll she had ever seen before. The painted face was far too real and far too talented for anything that could have been done in that time. She receded beneath the surface of the water and blew slow steady bubbles from her nose and she swished her hair around in the water. She washed her hair and herself and finally exited the bath. She grabbed a towel that was hanging on the door and wrapped it around herself.<br/><br/>Jessica exited the bathroom into her bedroom and started to change, leaving the doll next to the sink. 'I'll go get him when I'm ready to leave.' She told herself. She did her hair and make up and made sure that everything about her looked presentable.