While doubtlessly gross, the ball pit doesn't seem any different from a standard ball pit. It's even a little sticky from where some baby slobbered on one of the balls earlier. Whatever terrible leviathan surely lurks beneath the surface must be preoccupied elsewhere, though, because nothing surfaces as more of the students come to the edge of the pit.

Tybalt wades toward the spot where the doll disappeared, and finds something fairly quick while groping around. It's... a pacifier. Hm, close but no cigar.