You and Jane were cooking a meal together in the vast kitchen within the Slender Manor. You were listening to a crackly old radio—the frequency wasn't the best out in the middle of the woods, but you made do. As you allowed the pot to boil, a slow, swaying song came on the radio, and Jane held a pale hand out to you. As you looked up to meet her gaze, she smiled sweetly, her black eyes reflecting the light of the chandelier. "Dance with me," she said, gently taking your hand.