[He's already striding across the room again, trying and failing to see how this is not, in fact, very silly. There's got to be some way to get actual results, some way to see what the thing manipulating them doesn't want them to see, but with only human eyes to look at the problem he almost can't help the barb that slips out in frustration as he picks up the doll once again.]

I could try to make it sillier for you, Doctor Watson, but considering I'm already talking to someone who claims to be a human literary device --

[He isn't sure what happens next. There's a flare of pain as the muscles of his hand spasm, but he could swear he feels the doll twisting in his hand. There's a loud crack followed by a louder crash when the doll hits the floor, porcelain shattering on impact. Stephen clutches at his hand as blood wells up from a narrow cut.]

Shit.