Phils POV
"Hi! Im Phil and thats Dan and Louise. So, your showing us about?" I said.
"Yeah um, just stay in here for a second, I need to speak to your mother." The tall man walked out the room, using a purple key behind him, waving his son goodbye as the son looked away from him. " Did he just lock us in?" His son said.
"Probably didnt want a murderer getting in and killing us." Louise answered. We giggled for a bit before Dan interrupted. "Hey, we have matching llamas! I have a hat and you have a plushie!" Chris just nodded. I suddenly felt a rush of jealousy, weight filling my mind. I wanted to match with Dan.
It had been half an hour, and that man wasn't back yet. "Call mum again, she might pick up this time." Lou said. I try again. No answer. "AH!" Dan squeals, in his mildly adorable voice.
"What is it?" Chris says. Im kind of annoyed that Chris asked before me. "I..I just saw that ballerina..It was holding something.. It looked like some sort of little girl.. But thats not you, right Louise?" He said, staring at nothing.
"Where the hell is Louise?!?"
