The happy little creature giggled again when she responded to it. It’s mouth was half as furry as it’s body and had the same kind of shape as Pac-Man. It spoke in a falsetto. “Hello Dreamseeker. My name is Elmo. No, Elmo don’t need to go toilet. Is Dreamseeker hurt?”
As Ashborn pulled on the handle, the door didn’t budge. It was now locked.