You were extremely shaken and extremely tired. Not just because of the sheer amount of running you'd been doing in the past couple hours - though the burning ache in your legs was certainly hard to ignore - but the emotional weight of knowing your friend had been taken by the Thin Man had put a little too much stress on your shoulders.

So when you finally reached the top of the Signal Tower, and heard a familiar music box, you had nearly passed out with relief. You approached the door, and gently slipped inside the room.

It was filled with toys and wooden blocks, and the light purply glow that filled the tower was oddly soothing. And, stood - crouched - by the far wall, was Six. But... well... twisted. Badly.

It almost looked painful - her limbs uncomfortably long and unfamiliarly lanky and twisted this way and that. Her back was hunched over and her arms were twice the length of the rest of her. Her hair was tangled and so long that you couldn't see a single glimpse of any part of her face underneath her hood. She was cradling a music box that must have been bigger than you were to her chest.

When you called out to her, careful and cautious, she looked up with a small huff that wasn't unlike a curious animal. She shuffled across the wooden floor with awkward movements; she wasn't used to this new body yet. For a few seconds, she only stared down at you, then, slowly, placed her beloved music box out in front of her, to share with her friend.