"Thanks," Rag Doll said to the closed door.
He shoved his hands into the pocket of his tux, people never stayed to talk, because no one liked him.
He went to the window and leaned his head moodily against the cold glass.
As he did so he saw that girl being dragged away.
his eyebrows narrowed in concern then he looked away.
"She will be fine, doesn't like me anyway."
He kept mumbling to himself but before he knew it he had his bag packed with extra limbs, needle and thread, a map, and some soap.
"Why can't I just leave her!" He wondered but he was already half way down the stairs. He didn't like people picking on him, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt either. Rag Doll had never liked bullys. And these heart people were nothing but great big bullys. Pink and Red bullys.
HE hadn't taken one step out of the door when a large bag was thrown over his head and he was hoisted up onto someones shoulder.
Well, there goes my rescue mission.
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