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Against her better judgement, and with mildly disapproving looks from all the adults she'd passed, Olora wandered the halls of the hospital, a game board tucked under her arm. She could at least try to brighten someone else's day, given her own was fast shaping up to be full of very little good.

She needed to stand on her toes to peek into the wire-latticed window slit in the door to see Mr. Gold--they both had odd names, she supposed that counted as an excuse--on the bed before pushing it open far enough to stick her head in.

"You look lonely," she said with little preamble. "Do you want to play a game with me? I have chess."