"Fiona? L—listen. I don't know wh—what's going on here, but that little girl? That's not me. Y—you have to find me. I'm stuck. Somewhere d—dark." says the Winter Carmichael on the phone.

The preteen Winter bends a bit when poked. She does not seem to have any opinions about doing freshman year again.

Somewhere in this little kitchen, something else starts to ring. Faintly. Like a bell. It sounds kind of like it's coming from Eddy.