Sandy: *Talking quietly on the phone in the bathroom* Yes...I just want it gone.... Thanks. *Hangs up*
Sandy: >.> I'm sick and I look horrible. Your point is? I have a doctors appointment.... *Washed her face and changes into a pair of jeans and a shirt*
Sandy: *Calls the police* Aight, can I get an order to court so I can get a Godamn restraining order? I can? Fantastic. I'll be over there in a few minutes... *Hangs up, slamming her phone down* You want to come with me? Fines
Sandy: Yup. And then I'm off for another appointment. Have fun being shocked. *Walks out, to get her baby removed and to be human again* Ah... So nice to be human.... (I'll get a pick...)