No

They walk in casually. Nobody is around to see them. Audrey, however, is somehow still afraid of this stuff after a year. Mia leads them to a small upstairs where there are 3 bedrooms. She closes the door. Mary Kate and Audrey sit on her soft bed. Mia turns around. Audrey is drawn to wearing the gray panties and bra that she has. Then something hits her. “Weren’t you wearing a shirt?” She asks.

“Yeah, I don’t recall you losing your shirt,” Mary Kate points out. Mia nervously looks down. She didn’t lose a shirt. Not that she knew of. She peers out the window. It isn’t by the wall, house, or trash.

“Help me look,” she requested. It was a small, clean room. “Audrey, check the front door or outside.” Audrey doesn’t bother arguing. She’s damned for all eternity, may as well get used to staring. She creeps down the stairs. She begins with the porch.

Half an hour passes. Everything that was pulled has been put back. They could redo the whole house and never find a sign of the shirt. Thankfully they stopped after 5 minutes. Except the undeniable fact that they were getting stripped, all was fine... until they heard the front door unlock. Is it her younger brother, older sister, mom, or mom’s boyfriend?