[Shelly makes a face but eventually grabs Alfie's hand and lets him pull her out of the snow. She's pretty lucky that she woke up here so prepared, all bundled in her winter clothes to brace herself against Chicago's February, but it makes moving around really annoying. She feels like a big marshmallow, especially in all this snow.]
There isn't a next house. It's just that same house again! We're going in circles. We should just give up.
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There isn't a next house. It's just that same house again! We're going in circles. We should just give up.