Looking behind her, she remembers that she brought both the doll and the hoof-box.
The filly checks the box to see if she can figure out what was originally in it.
Unfortunately all she can determine it that whatever it was, put dents into the bottom of the box and one of the nails seems to be stained with blood.
She drags the box to the fireplace and attempts to bust the box apart which she manages to a very modest extent. She then uses the wooden box as fuel for a nice fire, which she lights with the lantern.
The fire begins to warm her up as she cuddles the doll she retrieved from the cart.
As the filly sits there and gathers herself, she she hears more and more of what seems to be movement upstairs…. Is someone here?