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Annabelle could not stand being stuck indoors for too long. The walls closed in on them, the air felt too stagnant, even the light was not very good. Outdoors - that was precisely where they belonged. Yes, especially on rainy days. She didn't have an umbrella, but bright yellow rain boots and a coat to match. On her break at work, she not only wanted, but needed to stretch their legs and clear their head. Much like a child, she crouches next to a deep puddle of mud, where they witness small creatures jumping about. What were they -- frogs? Fish? Insects? With her head turned to the side, Annabelle looks up. With their luck, perhaps one of the smartest people they'd seen were walking across the street. "Hey -- you!" She exclaims, with no care for subtleties or nicities. "Do you know much about bugs?" They ask. "Or...maybe frogs? There's something living in here, and I can't tell what it is."