Abby has wandered around outside, and hears the soft voice. 'Warehouse? What is that?' She moves slowly, carefully, until the doctor comes into view. The girl he holds seems to be wrapped in a blanket. She looks tired and weak as she tells him she'll show him her warehouse. 'Oh my gosh! He's....no way!' She quietly grabs a flowerpot. Sneaking up behind him, she crashes it down on his head. He slumps forward, dropping the girl to the ground. "Are you alright," she asks coming around to her. "I'm..fine. Help me. Please."
"You bet. I'm gonna get you out of here. Can you walk?" She shakes her head. "You're smaller than me. Maybe I can carry you. Wait. I know you. Don't I?" Their eyes meet. "You....worked here? Didn't you?" The girl nods. "These people can be sick. The doctor wanting to rape you to get you to tell him where your warehouse. Sick." She lifts the girl in her arms, and she struggles to carry her around the house towards the cars. Once she has her inside one, she comes around and jumps inside. "Keys. Keys. Keys."
"The drivers....keep a spare....hidden. Atoshi....doesn't know. It's in case....they forget....or lose one. They don't....want to be....in trouble....with him." She pulls open the glovebox and hands her the silver key. "That's brilliant! Thank you!" Abby starts the car and drives away as Emily looks back to the house growing smaller as they leave.