Hola didn't know how but she managed to end up in the kitchen with everyuone else. It was pretty crowded since the door had bacically everything piled unneatly infront of it.
She just stood in the corner thinking about what her author had said to her, trying to make sence of it all, not paying attention at all to the plan of action.
Where would they go if they did get out? Hola was thinking. How could we defend ourselves? All we are is a bunch of misfits, including a small child that could speak with a speech bubble! If she shouted for help none of us would hear her!
All sorts of these questions circled her head, as she stared at te ceiling.