A voicemail begins to play in the silent room.

"....Sarrah...? Sarrah? Are you there? Please answer the phone...everyone is worried about you.

Your neighbors say they haven't seen you for days, let alone see you around. Elixabethe is worried for you and even set some cookies out for you an hour ago...you like her cookies. Why didn't you answer the door? Are you even at the house?

I know you have been down these past couple weeks, and as your best friend, I can tell you this is legit scaring me. You're never like this.

What's going on? Did something happen?

....Did I do something wrong?

Wherever you are Sarrah...please call me back....please....I'm worried sick about you."

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