"I...don't," Winter realizes, knee deep in plastic balls. She is reminded of a trash chute scene from a specific sci fi movie, and lifts one leg and peers down into the ball pit looking for any horrors. "We should...hurry?"

She cringes, teeth clenched, and turns her head this way and that looking for monsters or probable linchpins. And then her eyes settle on the bully. "Oh." A click of her tongue. "The doll."