"I don't..." He yawned abruptly, so wide that one could nearly hear the crack of his jaw. The false Doll raised a hand and gestured towards the door to the living quarters.

"Okay, okay. Silly you."

On the other side of the door was a small cell, bare of everything but the basics. Billy changed from one robe to a long nightgown, also embroidered with the same symbology, and washed his face. He hummed the song dreamily to himself, occasionally swaying to the melody in his head.