[It doesn't occur to Ellie that this man might mean well. To her mind, it's taunting, and fear creeps in. She catches her hand shaking, and scowls at it, as though a reprimand will cause it to stop.]
[In the end, what makes her stop is a hole opening up underneath her. The plastic of the slide directly underneath her suddenly rots into ash, and her tennis-shoed foot slips through, exposing her position.] Shit! [A high pitched voice, a young girl's.]
[She gave away her position, and she could swear more, but she doesn't have time. She crawls down the slide-- it's too rotten and tacky to actually slide, intending to run when she hits the end.]
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[In the end, what makes her stop is a hole opening up underneath her. The plastic of the slide directly underneath her suddenly rots into ash, and her tennis-shoed foot slips through, exposing her position.] Shit! [A high pitched voice, a young girl's.]
[She gave away her position, and she could swear more, but she doesn't have time. She crawls down the slide-- it's too rotten and tacky to actually slide, intending to run when she hits the end.]