Little Sandra sat down among her now huge clothes and tried to hold back her tears. She didnt recognize the house around her nor the pictures on the wall. Everything was so big, and she didn't know how she got here. Eventually, fear won out and she began to cry.
The sound of her voice echoed through the woods, and attracted Amy. The little fairy knew the sound of childhood grief and it pained her more than anything else to hear the little girl's cries. She hurried as fast as she could to her old home, and found the toddler now asleep upon her clothes.
"Poor child," Amy said aloud, not recognizing her former mother, nor remembering her at all. "I will take care of you..."