[Jack will find that two of her four walls have sort of morphed into splotches of unrecognisable colour, not particularly artistic at all. She's scrubbing away anything that vaguely looked like a picture, leaving wet streaks of blobby, mournful chalk colours.]
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[There's a brief pause.] Come in.
[Jack will find that two of her four walls have sort of morphed into splotches of unrecognisable colour, not particularly artistic at all. She's scrubbing away anything that vaguely looked like a picture, leaving wet streaks of blobby, mournful chalk colours.]