Nothing in the room looked out of place. Toys, dolls, children's books. Everything you'd expect in a twelve year old girl's room.
"You're the ones who work for the Grey Man. I've seen you in my dreams. You and your friends are a focus," Carol said, jumping off the bed, and walking over to Meredith, and looking up at her. Carol's eyes were deep and sharp. Those inclined to melodrama would say that they were looking at your soul, and that they held an intelligence beyond her years.
"I have a message for you," she continued.