Darla jumped as she heard the ear-piercing scream. Realizing that the stranger must have come inside, she tip-toed through the kitchen as quickly as she could. By the time she reached the front door, the man was on the porch, eyes wide.
"What the hell is that?" The man shouted, not moving.
Following his eyes, Darla noticed the shattered head on the floor and burst into tears.
"Madeleine!" She cried, scooping up the shards of porcelain in her hands, "You killed her!"
"I....what?" The man gasped, "It was an accident!"
"Murderer!" she screamed, dropping the broken doll, "Get out! Now!"
Darla moved menacingly toward the man on the porch, tears streaming down her face. Bewildered, he took a step back, but didn't leave.
"No! I just broke your...creepy doll thing, I'll make it up to you!" He consoled.
"It's not a creepy doll thing! She was one of my friends!" yelled Darla, even more enraged.
The man blinked slowly. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to break your...friend. I walked in the door and didn't look where I was going. Now please stop crying, okay, it won't help anything. My name's Matt." He soothed, holding out his hand.
Ignoring his outstretched hand, Darla sank to the floor. "You don't understand. She was one of my favorites."
Puzzled, he slowly let his hand drop. "One of your favorites?"
"I have more than one friend," She retorted, looking up at him indignantly.
After a moment of confusion, realization flooded Matt's face.
"I think I should meet these friends of yours."