[ As she walks along, she's amazed to see the piles of presents scattered across the ground. She tries to survey them as she walks past, to see if there's any recognizable names. If she could hold onto more than what she has now, she would kindly try to seek out all the rightful owners.

None of the ones she's seen earlier had her name. Doubtful she'll find anything now. Deep down, there's a little hope she might find her own name amongst the boxes. She won't find it. Though it is strange how the one she has is blank. Still, she continues holding onto the cape until she gets a chance to search around the city. ]

I do want friends. I want lots and lots of friends. I don't like being lonely. [ Loneliness. And being abandoned... or betrayed. She doesn't like any of it. ]

You told me you have nothing. Maybe having friends isn't a nuh- [ A pause. Trying not to stumble over that word. ] nuh- seh-suh-tee to live. But I want you to see how much better it is to have someone. Even if it's just one other person... I think you'd be happier.