Grumpily stomping off, a crack bellowed in my ear drums. The door had opened. I knew this was my only chance, so I walked in. Staring at the boy doll, he was there surrounded by colossal amounts of other dolls.
A razor like sound constantly echoed under my feet. A teddy on a bike cycling towards the door.His eyes were long ago dulled.
I turned around, the doll had moved to the top shelf nearly hugging the roof. I had to get him. Reaching up, his drooped down lips scraped against my hand.