Sally was a ten year old little girl, she loved playing games but was also a "special" child. A Psychic. She found toys all around the complex and brought them here to the room. In the middle was a table under a torn white lace lined cloth, several stuffed animals sat at the table, as well as two women. Both dead. Neither a grotesque look, one had been stabbed in the chest and arm lay limp while the other had a rope mark around her neck, both looked like old deaths yet fresh bodies. The table was set for a tea party. In came Sally carrying a tray, a pot of tea and a large plate of cookies. Walking over to the table she set the plate of fresh cookies and tea down, filling two cups with tea she walked over to Kinjo. Smiling she crossed an arm behind her back and held it to him, "You can have some- I made more than enough for me." Her giggle was soft and she smile, "Don't worry - I'm not like Scruffy." Sally was glad to see Kinjo. It had been so long since she had someone to be around.