Barbara: Ugh! Did I ... trip?
Barbara: Not bleeding.
Barbara: Ms. Tuesday ...?
Tuesday: ...
Barbara: Good, she's still breathing.
Barbara: Doctors do say that people can faint from sudden shock.
She cautiously checks Tuesday's condition, then stands up to look around the room.
Fabric clings to the walls and ceiling, and envelops the furniture like skin. The entire room is a rich, fleshy red.
All except a small white crib in the center.
It sits there like a bone jutting out from bloody flesh.
Barbara: Is someone hiding in here?
She clenches the Walkman in her hand. The feeling of its edges digging into her palm helps her calm down.
Barbara: No, not yet. If my Walkman runs out of batteries now, I'll be in real trouble.
Barbara: Is there anything ...
The rumbling sound seems to have been completely absorbed by the room. Now, all she can hear is her nervous breathing and the heartbeat in her chest.
Barbara squats down, attempting to find something useful.
Just as she's about to give up, a tickle on her shoulder draws her attention.
Barbara: ...?
It's a spider. It crawls out from under her sleeve and comes to stop on her palm.
Barbara: Oh, hello, little guy! I didn't know I'd find you here, too! Well, this makes things much easier. Could you do me a favor and have a look over there?
Barbara: Move lightly, okay? We don't want to get spotted.
She holds her breath as she waits for the spider to reach the crib.
It climbs up the crib and disappears into the fabric.
...
Tuesday: Oh. Seems our missy has a little secret.
Barbara is so focused on the spider that she doesn't notice that Tuesday has opened her eyes.
Tuesday: Hmm. The classic story of the "ghost mother" should be horrifying enough.
Barbara: ...
Barbara: Could it be that?
The spider hangs down at the edge of the crib, swinging from its web. Neither one notices that Tuesday has closed her eyes again.
Barbara: I see. Guess this place is safe for now.
The spider crawls into the corner of the room. Barbara makes to follow it.
Tuesday: No.
Barbara: You're awake! Do you know that ...
Tuesday: Mama, please.
Barbara: Mama? Did you know that this motel used to be a restaurant?
Barbara: sigh
Barbara sits down next to Tuesday and gently tucks her hair behind her ear.
Tuesday murmurs, seemingly sound asleep. Her face looks almost serene, even in the eerie scarlet room.
Tuesday: Not so fast.
Bonnette: Not so fast; you'll get dirt on your clothes!
Barbara: We're in a hurry. A little dirt is the least of our worries.
Barbara: As soon as this interview's over, we need to follow the wind to a safe place.
Barbara: I wish UTTU would find a stable shelter so we didn't have to change locations all the time. I always hear people moaning about losing precious documents during the move.
Bonnette: Haha! At least they didn't lose themselves.
Bonnette: I was hoping to take you to my parent's restaurant, since it's so rare that we're here in Texas. But since we're in a rush, we can go next time. Although, will there be a next time?
Barbara: ...
Bonnette: What's wrong? It's nothing special, just a regular family restaurant.
Bonnette: Don't tell me you've got caught up in those fancy places the UTTU folks always go to?
Barbara: You know I'm not.
Barbara tilts her head as she tries to capture every detail in the wind.
Barbara: It'll take another half-day for the wind's trajectory to become clear. Is that enough time for us to have a meal?
Bonnette: Ah ...
Bonnette: It's still a little rushed. I'll make sure we have enough time to enjoy a dinner together next time.
Barbara: I lost you to a place where the wind can't go.
Barbara: Until today.
Tuesday: ...
Research has shown that the companionship of animals with soft fur and a mild temper can help soothe emotions.
The current situation further proves this statement. In the company of the little lamb, Tuesday's breathing gradually slows down.
Barbara: Are you reliving lost memories in your dreams? Or is it just a coincidence?
Barbara: Are you still you?
She reaches out to Tuesday.
Sheep are often considered the symbol of good sleep. They can lull people to slumber and bring them good dreams.
But Barbara can do more than just this. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... like sheep jumping over a fence, she can leap into a person's dreams.
She and her sheep mother used to frolic together in each other's dreams. You see, this power runs in her blood.
She used this power to learn more about her human mother and won herself a job as an UTTU editor.
And now, she's using it to find her long-lost friend.
GAMEPLAY
Barbara: Still in the motel.
Barbara: Hm. This place must mean a lot to her.
Barbara: But ...
She stops at the figure before her. It takes a few seconds for her to recognize its face.
Barbara: It's Tuesday. She's slumped on the floor, cold and breathless. Her life has been taken by an inexplicable being. A typical horror story scene.
Barbara: Judging from the direction she's facing, she was trying to leave the room to get help. Clearly, she failed.
Every door in the hallway is tightly shut, and they all look exactly the same.
There is no sign of the crimson velvet door.
GAMEPLAY
Barbara: This is the washroom. There are ghosts in the mirrors and weeping shadows lurking in the corners. When you turn on the tap, blood pours out.
Barbara: A classic crime scene. The washroom is the most common place for motel victims to be killed.
Barbara: Maybe she came here to fix her uniform? Or she was checking on a guest's complaint?
Barbara: Either way, it didn't end well.
She carefully steps over the body on the ground and returns to the hallway.
Time to go to the motel entrance. Horror stories always start the moment you step into the place.
On her way down the stairs, she hears the sound of a door closing. It's quiet, but her ears are sensitive.
She makes her way to the source of the sound.
GAMEPLAY
Barbara: This is the door.
Barbara: Hello, anyone in there?
No answer. She peers through the keyhole. Empty. There doesn't seem to be any place that someone could hide, either.
Unless they're just out of her sight—pressed low against the door—nothing but a thin piece of wood between them.
Barbara: ...
She changes her angle, getting on tiptoes to try and gain a better view of the room.
Barbara: ...!
Barbara: There's one in here, too.
She stumbles backward, and her eyes fall upon the shadowy stairwell to her right. The steps disappear into total darkness. Barbara shudders.
Will Tuesday be waiting in the shadows? Or at the front desk?
What's hiding in the silent darkness?
Barbara: It's just a dream.
GAMEPLAY
Barbara: I've never known anyone to dream so calmly about their own death.
Barbara: No one knows what happens after we die. People are as terrified of death ...
Barbara: ... as they are intrigued by it.
Once again, she's greeted with Tuesday's cold and lifeless body. How many times have they met this way? She can't remember.
Barbara steps closer and closer to the body, as if allured by it. But before she can reach out to touch her, she's interrupted.
Barbara: Is that singing?