Margaret crawls in after Agathe, then closes the door. They wait in darkness for five minutes, ten minutes--all while hearing the sound of vinyl feet shuffling around outside aimlessly. Margaret worries that this was a mistake, that the mannequins would search endlessly, not being able to tire or cease in their wandering. It's cramped and hot, and with every breath she exhales, she worries that the mannequins will notice and pull open the cabinet door.

But after fifteen minutes, the shuffling abates. She can hear footsteps falling away, wandering back to the general direction of the entrance of the store. She paws forward, trying to find the cabinet door and gingerly push it open a crack to see if any mannequins remain outside.

"Coast is clear, I think," she whispers, barely audible. She unfolds and tries to remove herself from the cabinet as quietly as possible.