"I," Yin opens her mouth and starts to speak, even in a place she doesn't have to - she could have just nodded her head - but the importance of this is enough she says, "hope so, too." A Doll, who wasn't supposed to have hopes, or wishes, hopes.

"I hope we, also, can return."

There were so many things Yin had taken for granted. At least now she understands that.

"It feels a little different. But it has moon light." She lifts a hand, remembering what it feels like. "And it is warm."