[ You go ahead and keep complaining. Lydia has found Nick's room and is now nosing through it, pulling open his closet and pushing hangers aside to examine the back of it as if she expects to find some kind of secret compartment. As she turns the room over, she pulls open dresser drawers, checks under the bed, etc. ]
[ And from outside of the room, there's suddenly the sound of metal clanging. ]
What. The hell. Is this?
[ Scythe is the word she's looking for. Inside Nick's room, Lydia is seated on the floor just beside the closet, scythe held out in both hands, looking deeply disturbed. ]
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[ And from outside of the room, there's suddenly the sound of metal clanging. ]
What. The hell. Is this?
[ Scythe is the word she's looking for. Inside Nick's room, Lydia is seated on the floor just beside the closet, scythe held out in both hands, looking deeply disturbed. ]