(Post-Credit)
Wake up! Suzie's heart is beating fast, a bad dream, she was walking around that place, she was... She was -
Suzie's tummy is calling for food. Step, step, step into the kitchen. Lights on, lights off, (too bright), plate, fork, open fridge, place piece, close fridge, step, step back into bed.
Suzie already forgot what her dream was about, but she can still recall that special feeling. That feeling when you know you finally have to get the fuck away. Suzie's thinking about what she achieved here, what she built up, and she is thinking that all these things will fall apart when she leaves.
As she thinks of that, she puts a fork full of cake in her mouth with one hand while gently stroking the soles of her feet with the other. A tiny blister on the outside of her little toe. Must have been there for some time, she didn't notice until now. The skin has already lifted, so she rips it off and throws it into her mouth, right into the cake batter.
Suzie has always been a walker. Not a jogger, not a biker, not even a sight-seer. No looking up, just walking and thinking. Suzie can think best when she walks.
And suddenly, Suzie is getting all excited. Actually seems like the perfect ending; Suzie is going to leave,
finally, she will disappear, and her cakes will disappear too.
She will be gone to do her baking elsewhere, and she will be someone else,
finally, new hair, new name, new life.