Talk:Gazer/@comment-26115871-20151116235233/@comment-25035274-20151117012656

The door opens just a crack, and an arm snakes out to take the cake, before vanishing back into the dark interior as the door shuts with a slam.

The gazer floats there for a moment, a large question mark floating visibly over her head until she hears a voice from inside.

"...Thank you."

She smiles a little and floats back home, saying to her self, "That's it, Gracie. Baby steps."