Walter retrieved his own kit looking for a needle before he realised they were entirely gone. He turned to Doll, holding out his hand and asking for one. She pulled one out and gave it to him, allowing them to wet the end of some thread between his lips and push it through the eye.

"How much do you know about sewing?" He asked quietly. Doll picked up one of the stray fabric bits, inspecting the colour of it and putting it on her arm, as if to judge if she liked it or not. She nodded to Gracie, pointing at the fabric. Could she keep this?