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327in the bright light, smiling at her. It was hazy as if, she, Matilda was hallucinating, she thought to herself. A face, blurred, indistinct formed into the light. A male, smiling, breathing smoke from his nostrils as Nancy whispered. Our creator loves you so very much, he wanted to meet you and you meet him.%u201d%u201cGod?%u201d Matilda asked.Nancy shook her head. %u201cThere is no God in our domain%u2014just a creator. You are staring into the face of an entity, one who we, who know, call Mol.%u201dThe face smiled. A hand came out of the intense light and touched her. She quivered with warmth and a powerful feeling of being loved unconditionally, as a voice said, %u201cYou are a most beautiful creation. Play in the world I, you, we, all create out of the mist. I will mind you forever.%u201dMatilda came to on the bed. There was no Nancy, no slime beast: just her with the light on, and in a bed that looked and felt more like a soldier%u2019s field toilet. She sprung to life and bundled up the sheets and messed up bed stuff, including the plastic sheet, throwing it all into a wicker laundry basket. She redressed the bed. There was no other plastic sheet in the drawers, so she could not protect the mattress. Matilda went to the dressing table, returned and sprinkled lavender water over the top sheet. She looked at her work and it looked and smelt like a bed fit for a beautiful princess. She went to fetch Faith.%u201cThere. Does it feel comfortable in the nest of pillows?%u201d Matilda asked Faith, who laid there in her new, pretty, satin nightdress. %u201cYes. Lovely. What was it like? I was told he is the worst of the Fidget