He swallowed thickly, the air so dry but his stomach rather queasy. It was like watching bodies being assembled.

"What? What's up?" Ugh, another chart. Maybe it was how to make dolls out of human skin, or something just as creepy. But it was in fact a log of some kind, reporting types of repairs done to keep tabs on potential mishandling by employees.

"Okay, they've been repairing lots of dolls lately..." He blinked.

"Wait. Since April? But... that's when we showed up, ain't it?"